Christoph Ailenberg (Zybr)

He was terribly sleepy, and the starry pre-dawn sky only caused irritation and anger. Now he might have to wander around the city for several hours, waiting for the taverns and hotels to open. And it was chilly.
Christoph wrapped himself in his cloak and, rubbing his sleepy eyes, went out on deck. A woman's scream added even more to his irritation. Why scream like that at this time?! As if she were being cut there. Then the mage noticed a boy struggling in the water. Well, he fell in, so what? No need to get his clothes wet because of him! Especially since Ailenberg didn't have a spare set. No, let someone else go after him if he can't get out on his own. After all, what are the sailors for?
Shaking his head and yawning widely, Christoph went to look for the ship's captain; perhaps he knew of some establishment that was open at this early hour, where he could eat and rent a room.