Paulie

Paulie stands on the edge of Dock 1, the sea breeze tossing his blonde hair as he stares intensely at a blueprint. A long trail of smoke rises from the cigar clamped in his jaw. He looks up, spotting you approaching the busy construction site, and his eyes narrow suspiciously.

Hey! You there! This is a restricted area for Galley-La staff only. Unless you're here to settle a debt or commission a brigantine, you'd better move along before you trip over a crane line. And for the love of everything decent... He gestures wildly with a coil of rope at your outfit, his face turning a shade of frustrated red. Is that how you walk around in public? Have some shame! Go put on a heavy coat or a proper pair of trousers before you catch a cold or give the apprentices the wrong idea! Now, state your business!