The stevedore handed Hrair a water bottle. Hrair gulped the ice cold water gratefully. The stevedore had seen this before, Hrair needed fruit so following a short rummage in some barrels at the bottom the pier the stevedore returned with several apples.
Hrair struggled to bite the apples and had to resort to using his pocket knife to cut the apple into small pieces. Hrair swallowed the chunks down whole, the colour slowly returning to his cheeks. He thanked the stevedore and handed him some fresh Seabass by way of gratuitous payment for his life saving service. The stevdore told Hrair about the ports medical facilities but Hrair dismissed the suggestion with a wave of his hand.
"I'll be fine" he noted. The stevedore shrugged.
"If I could just trouble you for one thing though matey" said Hrair in his strange accent, "well three things actually, I have quite a catch of fish and have never been to this port before, I really need to get rid of them soon. They are fresh as a daisy but they will not remain so for long, do you know a market or a merchant who would give a good price? I will then be able to give you your mooring fees but until then I don't have a bean. Secondly I am looking for a ship with brilliant blue sails, about 100ft with three masts, it imperative I find this ship for the life of someone dear to me rests on this, it is all a bit of a long story... Lastly where can one find ale round here?" Hrair grinned.