Hermenor leans ever harder on not wanting to jump after the potential spy: "Any ideas on how we get there apart from swimming after a water monster? That encounter with the giant taught me to be zealous around those with webbed-appendages."
Hermenor leads the group through a walk by the docks. He will stop and engage with any sailor or dockhand he thinks looks even remotely familiar, though he would still prefer to come across an old acquaintance if he is so lucky.
Walking back up And through the streets of the harbor. Putting on a pleasant face, trying to make a connection with anyone that looks familiar. Then you hear a familiar voice. Boisterous and loud, cutting above all other clamoring vendors. “Fresh Catch of the Day, just in this morning! Fresh Fish, Lobster, Clam!”
To Hermenor this is the voice of Brelank Foster. Goliath merchant, often the one that would buy the fresh catch from his ships when they returned to the dock. He is known to have the best fish in the market because no one is willing to challenge the behemoth if a man ......for good reason.
"Brelank! You old fool. Still muscling your way to wealth, I see." Hermenor comes closer and gives the goliath the predator-handshake.
Hermenor than introduces all his companions and engages in friendly small talk with the fishmonger. Every few seconds he nods to his companions as to signal that they should be the ones to bring up the important questions. Hermenor simply continues to sweat-talk his old acquaintance.
(OOC: The intention here is to perform a help action to another party member's skill check... maybe persuasion?).