You are skimming over the waves into a port. On the pier next to you, a slender man in hunter's leathers, and carrying no weapons but a shield, disembarks off a sloop. He scans the area, and his eyes stop and focus on a nearby inn. Propped against the inn, and rising taller than its roof, is something that, if it were smaller, would be called a sword. The slender man strides to the inn without pause.