The half-eaten moon wasnot visble beneath the cover of clouds overhead. Rain was inevidable. It would be raining within the hour for sure. Vernon hoped that he was inside by that time, though in his current form he did not mind the rain so much. Vernon leaned against a large crate in the form of an elf with long brown hair. His stench was no longer about him. Beside Vernon was his smelly backpack of rotten foods. There was less rotten foods in their now and more stolen goods, a few of which where illegal to begin with. Vernon was waiting to meet with the man who claimed to be in want of he goods. He had not said that they need to be stolen, but given that they were difficult to find otherwise, Vernon thought the man would not mind even if it was against the man's former intentions. Ritz made slow circles in Vernon's hair as they waited in the darkness. Vernon's eyes merely stayed upon the sea wondering when this man would show up.