And among the mess, a man stands in a multi colored coat. Well, he looks like a man. One with horns and purple skin, although for a moment you might think that this man may actually be a woman considering how thin he is in comparison to the other Qunari (though he insist he is a Tiefling) you may have seen. But in truth the coat is likely going to be the thing that catches your attention more, long and bright and demanding to have you pay attention to it.

Then it's the tattoo that adorns his neck, curling up onto his cheek, a bright depiction of peacock feathers than disappear into his colorful coat. That's odd, isn't it? Qunari don't adorn themselves in tattoos stereo-typically, or wear bright coats that screams for attention. Yet here one stands, head cocked to the side jewelry adorning his curved horns jiggling slightly with the motion.

Who would have thought the second time he clawed his way out of his own grave (that's what happened, right?) Mollymauk Tealeaf would have to trivial responsibility of cleaning thrust upon him. He certainly didn't. He waits, wide smile upon his lips, until the person, who had gifted him the broom, disappears before handing it off to the nearest person - "Terribly sorry, I have something important to take care of." - before walking away, waving a tattooed hand at the poor unfortunate soul.

Important things, yes, like finding the nearest bar.

"This is a little morbid, isn't it?"

Firstly, Mollymauk isn't so certain he likes boats. Or the ocean for that fact. Secondly, dolls hanging from seemingly dead trees is frankly unsettling. He glances over at his company, one hand resting on top of a scimitar hanging from his waist. The sooner they get this done the better, right? There is a comfortable bed and wine waiting for them back at the city, and Mollymauk hadn't finished enjoying both when he was pulled onto this mission.

You know the drill.