An arrival from abroad (July 13/midnight)

[Gustav Von Schattenkrieger]

*A burly human dressed from head to toe in black including his bandanna and darkened armour on arms and legs descends the gangplank of a merchantman vessel nearby. He's armed with a silver cutlass and a silver stiletto which are sheathed at the moment. He stops and looks back up at the deck*

Quit yer whining, ya scurvy ridden mongrel. Ye won some of yer coin back from the other night. I'll come back 'round tomorrow night or the next and give ya another shot.

*Spots Sevatar and then looks around at the others*

Gotcha some new friends, Sev? Evenin' Runt and Capri.

*His eyes don't leave the Savar and Dark Elf while his fingers tap on the hilts of his weapons.*