[spoiler]I haven’t done one of these in a while, so why not! Let’s use one of my lesser used characters here.[/spoiler] A strange tiefling man garbed in green silks walks up towards the ship that afternoon. He looks almost human, except for a pair of horns upon his forehead, striped markings on his face, and a long but thin tale. The tiefling l, named Stígandr, stands tall around 6’1 and sports long dark red hair. Although he probably revived a note, he acts like he did not. Instead wandering up towards the ship and knocking. “Terribly sorry, but I don’t suppose you know what happened to the tree that used to be here? Large tree, perhaps oak, maybe it rings a few bells? Do I hath not rested today, and ‘twas a great place for relaxation. Doth thee happen to know what happened to it? Perhaps it was moved by thy city, cut down, or crushed by some random metal contraption! All the usually, so who knows?” He strangely jests nearby the doors.