The dock seemed rather empty today, and the few people that were there seemed a little...off. Several of them were gathered around one of the moorings in particular. The post where the ropes would have been tied looked....smashed.
Tallia "There are some things... that we all can't escape from..."
Tallia noticed the paltry patrons parading about the dock, thinking it very strange indeed, especially for the middle of the day. Taking account of the group huddled around the bollard, she approached one of the people observing it at random, hoping to find more answers.
'U...um... excuse me... D-do you know... um... anything... about w-what happened here...?"
To provide further emphasis, she pointed at the bollards in question.
One of the men scratched the back of his head, looking from Tallia to the bollard.
Well, we don't rightly know. There was a lot of yelling last night, and a loud banging, and when someone went out the boat here was gone and the mooring was broken.
Tallia "There are some things... that we all can't escape from..."
Yelling...? At what, though...? Did it have... an accomplice...? Seemed likely, with the way things were planned out and all... As for the banging, that could easily be described as the mooring being broken up, but it could also be something else... This seemed like the only relevant information she was going to get, as there were no actual witnesses here, so she decided to regroup with Margrett. Politely bowing to the man, she made off into the other direction.