A new arrival at the docks.

[Setth Winter]

((I assume the Time stamp is some time in the late night early morning?))

*A Dark figure moves across the docks. Seeing the cloaked man sitting, the figure approaches at a casual pace. A large black hood is pulled deeply over his head, covering his features*

"On these docks, a man whose presence is so quiet it's almost un-noticeable can only be betrayed by such an openly humble posture. Either your travels have made you too weary to move in to town, or you are waiting for something upon these docks."

*Looks up into the night sky*

"The moon is starting to turn. Should be a week before she's fully cloaked herself for us all. Good for those who prefer to remain unknown or unseen."