At first glance the port seemed impressive. Ships of all sizes were leaving and entering at any given time. Deciding a different approach this time he erased his presence and calmly strolled into the ports entrance. He saw a multitude of being’s walking around. Different colours, shades and skins. Some colourful, whereas others were dull. It was interesting to see how so many beings of different colours matched together like paint on a canvas.

The buildings were another thing that was different to the elven. Whereas they sought to harmonize with nature and live within its boundaries. The buildings in the port were made of clunky material. Showing practicality above all else. Reminiscent of his past life’s civilizations, which chose functionality as the core basis of their lifestyles. He would like to say that the buildings appealed to him but Zeil knew it was a lie. Throughout his lifetimes buildings such as these were the most common in civilisation’s which advanced far enough into technology to reach space faring status.

Moving on from the buildings, Zeil knew in order to begin his earnest journey to accumulate knowledge. He would have to acquire space faring transport. Zeil knew of at least a hundred ways to acquire such a vehicle. In the end he could choose the legal method and accumulate wealth. Or the illegal way and steal either the wealth or skip straight to the vehicle. There was a multitude of ways he could acquire income such as the tyrants path named after watching his acquaintance Caesar, which included taking over the seediest parts of the port and extorting the underworld’s boss or the merchants path named after the wealthiest man he knew Mansa Mousa selling his techniques for wealth and eventually holding a monopoly on his skills. For Zeil he decided to use a differing path. As unusual scholar, trained in both lethal and unlethal arts he would join an organisation, such as a guild to hunt animals. This in turn would allow him to access restricted areas of space, which no doubt would be a hassle from the other respective paths.

At first though, finding a source of information was necessary. A bar perhaps, would tell him who’s who of this place and the locations of the important factions.

After walking for a while around the port. He found a bar. Easy to tell since the smell of the alcohol was stronger as he neared the building. And the bodies of drunk being’s were laid out on the floor Infront of the building. As he stepped through the entrance, he saw the bartender alone drying the mugs which where once filled with alcoholic drinks.

Zeil sat down at the bar and released his stealth technique.

From all sides the sounds of ranged weapons being notched were heard

The bartender looked at Zeil

“What do you want” he said

Zeil replied simply “I need information”

The bartender replied “it’ll cost you”

Zeil replied “I don’t have money”

Then the bartender laughed

“then get out”

Zeil spoke slowly as if he were talking to a child “ you will give me the information”

The bartender replied with “guys.. get him out”

The other patrons of the bar started to move towards Zeil

A Being with green scaly skin much like a lizard talked

“you heard the man.. get out”

Zeil then spoke again “ Bartender.. Give me the information and I will leave”

The bartender replied “ive had enough of this joke.. toss him out”

The rest of the patrons moved closer to Zeil and just before they reached him

Zeil said “Very well”

He shifted his hands very slowly and after shadows were created from the movement. He lifted his hands towards the bar tender. And pointed his index finger at him

Suddenly one by one the patrons began to fall and vomit indescribably

Then the bartender turned a sickly colour and he too began to vomit

Zeil untouched by all this. Said

“give me the information, otherwise you will vomit until you die”

The bartender now with fear overwhelming him caved in

“What do you want” he said

Zeil replied “Give me all the information on the leaders and the locations of all the major factions”