As you hurry across the beach to look over the Freyalise Trading Company goods again, you bump into a very unstable and bleary-eyed Mattieu. He hardly looks like himself with wrinkled clothing and messy hair.

"What happened to you?" you ask.

"I wish I knew," he moans as he attempts to straighten his rumpled clothes. "Last night I met Captain Jaques at the Rathskeller Inn to go through his stock and purchase some new jewelry materials--I didn\'t want to pay those ridiculously marked up prices he charges the tourists--and this morning I woke up with the most awful headache. But that\'s not the worst of it. All my money is gone but I\'ve only got a handful of materials!" He glares at the Freyalise. "Those dirty pirates must have gotten me drunk and ripped me off!"

"But there\'s a whole crew of them and just one of me," he says sadly. "Unless--no,I couldn\'t--but, well, I don\'t suppose you be willing to come with me for moral support?

Privately you think he may need you more for physical support than moral, judging by his unsteady gait.