Sitting at the desk, his nose in a worn leatherbound ledger, Tai didn’t seem to pay any heed to the sharp scent of salt in the air, the creaking of the lines of ships either just in or just about to head out. He didn’t seem to notice the calls of the goblin longshoremen or acknowledge the bawdy songs of sailors eager to partake of some of the more earthly delights of Booty Bay.