During the day, the quay is bustling with typical activity of a port: burly longshoremen carry crates and roll barrels away from ships for storage and sailors who still have their sea-legs saunter past on their way to drink and more adventures. By night, the quay is teeming with unsavory characters: men who are hardly men any more after losing their way through drink and gambling hunker amongst coils of rope stiffened by the salt water while rats scramble from box to box gnawing their way into the goods contained inside.
Quay, Port
rat
sailor
I am a sailor traveling the vast ocean with my big sailboat. I was sent by the king to voyage the seas. I do not like running into sea monsters.
You pesky rat. Always stealing our food!  Might learn how to fish You're a real pain in my arse! Give it back!  why wouln't you share Because I'm a selfish sailor!  why can't we just be friends Why would I be friends with a low life like you? You are the scum of this earth.  You make great food You're a funny rat I shuold explore more rooms for more food Stop!  Only if you can stop me