Port Tylon.
In a pub near the harbor, the half-elf first mate was sitting in front of the bar, waiting. Next to him was a prostitute who was coquettishly stroking her hair. But he had no interest to even take a look at her. There was a sign hanging outside the pub. The sign had a Great White Shark and many people were waiting outside. Many of them look so fierce that ordinary people passing did not dare come near. About ten minutes later, a skinny looking man came in. He took a look around, then turned to enter the pub.
"How was it?"
The half-elf first mate looked at the skinny man coming in and said in a deep voice: "Have you found the people I need?"
The skinny man quickly lowered his head and replied: "Because it's near the end of the year, and many people have left, Dwarfs are rarer in this period of time. Maybe it's because of the incident in the City of Wealth. Now the entire coastal area is a bit depressed."
