The stale beer slid down his throat, reminding his stomach he was not in Sharn anymore. Hell, he wasnt even on Khorvaire, not for the first time did he wonder if he could somehow have his memory restored via alchemical or magical means.
The halfling could only recall a $hattered last scene before all the blackness, there stood a wizard raised on a dais, wand in one hand the other seeming to grasp light that flaired and pulsed with bone shattering intensity. The halfling leveled his bow at the sinister figure when he drew back on the bowstring his arrow simply fell to ash. The wizard's chant crescendoed and light blinded a cacouphonus clap and then nothing...
"Rekkenmark!" the sound of a voice shook him from his ruminating. The Rekkenmark Academy crest tattoed on his left forearm has become his name and only link to who he was.
The Bartender's baritone penetrated the bar's ambient sound, it carried through Durk's rendition of My Wife's a Kobold a drinking song older than time itself, Brother Callaway's ministration to an obvious Khorvaire transplant, and the usual unrequited love pining of Dale Vintner. The bar itself lured the lion share of its customers as they passed through on their way to the larger area of the Stormreach Marketplace and the Dragonmarked House enclaves. Not to say it didnt have it's regulars.
The atmosphere At the Leaky Dinghy is dreary at best. Many a rapscallion hide amongst it's dimly lit corners. The smell of sweat and salt-sea hangs in the air permanently. The magic suspending the Dinghy is old an not understood by it's owner Hammond Greene. The wind howls through on stormy nights and spray from crashing waves can be felt during nasty hurricanes. "Keeps the stinking landlauvrs on land and the Watch in it's hiccup!" The halfling Seamus notes on a nightly basis.
Rekkenmark slid through the crowd placing himself at the end of the bar for discretion and a quick exit should something erupt. Hammond Greene turned to his rack of bottles pouring a pint of some greenish blue stuff and handing it off with a smile to Mistress Ahura. She laughed politely at his joke and refocused on her suitor a shady house Deneith Mercenary.
"This came for you today." He handed a small unopened letter to Rekken, and began polishing the bar with a brown rag; Hammond set a steady pace. Rekken's enthuisiasm never reached his face, still he tore the letter open with speed and read it looking disappointed when he reached the end.
"Not what you expected, friend?" The kind face of Hammond Greene stooped into the halfling's view.
"Thanks." was all Rekken said he set the note, the discarded envelope, and a piece of silver on the bar and exited the Leaky Dinghy.
Like so many of us Hammond Greene couldn't help but pick up the letter:
I need your help friend
The bartender shrugged and crumpled the note.