The docks are a rough place with a lot of rough group of individuals who hang out there.  It is where the ships port and deport, only few know what really goes on there.
The Docks, Port
sailor
drunkard
I am the local drunkard. I spend my time consuming alcohol at the local pub. I am often seen stumbling through the streets of the village in a drunken haze.
I ish jus her ta hab a drinkt. Too many drinks, more like it. You disgusting piece of filth, you're going to fall into this water and never been seen again if you aren't careful. Tats otay I lika take baffs. Baths? You look like you haven't seen a bath in months. Do you have any idea how you smell? Comon tak a wiff if ye like it so much? Repulsive! What are you doing on this port, anyway? There aren't any ships docked at the moment. Da bar kickeded me out. I can't imagine why. Surely you must be their best patron. Look, at least let me help you off these docks. You're going to get yourself caught up in those fishing nets. But where are we goin? For now, we're just getting off these docks. Then I'll have to find a safe place to take you until you sober up. Try to look normal. The guards would lock you up if they saw you like this. Fine, fine. Whatever you want. See, you're sobering up already. Now don't you feel a little better?