To say the least, Rhenakos felt more at home here than he did anywhere else.  Despite his upbringing as a rescued orphan raised in a noble household, the demon hunter had found that the inane rules and such were more than he cared to follow.  Even more, his moral compass wasn't exactly pointing North.  If anything, this was the best place to track down black market information about anyone and anything.

At least, that was what Rhenakos was hoping for.  He had wandered the streets for the first few hours of being in town, mostly getting a pulse on the way the city worked and felt.  It seemed as though nothing of importance was happening, and it was business as usual.  While in most cases this was good, Rhenakos felt that for it's reputation, Wilpamolan should have at least had something going on.

How dull…  He thought to himself, turning to his usual standby.  It didn't take him long to find it; a tavern.  As per usual, the tavern closest to the port held individuals of all sorts, whether it be sailors, pirates, traders, or even the shady dealer hiding in the back.  Rhenakos made his way to a table, and ordered a few drinks and a platter of whatever special was being held.  As the drinks came, he sipped on them, and listened.

No.  Boring.  Gross.  I…I don't want to know.  His eye twitched at the last conversation he overheard.  At this point, he was two drinks in, a third on the way.  Oh?

"I hear there's a demon on the water.  Something hunting down specific vessels. as they make their way out."  

"Oi.  What's that about demons?" he asked, standing up, wobbling slightly.  "Tell me as much as you can."