A man measuring 6'5' strides down the dock nodding or waving at the workers he was familiar with from his visits to the bars that are sprinkled here and there among the businesses. His white tunic style top held in place by the leather belt that hangs around his waist which ties a cutlets on one hip and a double barrel gun on the other. His black leather pants have seen better days and which are tucked into his broken in brown leather boots.

Easily spotting the only woman on the docks he racks his fingers through his shaggy brown hair which he knows does little good due to the breeze continually coming in from the ocean but is worth an attempt anyways.

Making his way up to her he saddles up beside her. "Can I help you ma'am?" he says offering his best smile and wink.