Nodding in agreement to the administrator as he crossed out the ship's name, Idris moved away, finding his work here completed. Used to the cold demeanor, he understood the clerk's flat reaction to the loss of his employees. "I will leave you to your work." Walking out, and through the stranger's city, he tried to collect information on this new environment. If there is a war brewing, he wants to know. Visiting the town square he would pay notice to criers and notice boards. If there was a merchant' quarters within the marble city, he would go there and attempt to secure lodgings in the local tavern. Last but not least, he would try and find any mercenary band, or perhaps find the Watch Captain and ask him for work.