He is found sitting on a crate on the docks, watching a ship get unloaded. He has a staff next to him that is adorned with a strange assortment of nets & skulls. One can't tell what age he is. Could be 30, could be 60. Hard to say.

Rosiel approaches, "Bone-Nose the sailor."

He looks, "What ya wan', wingy?"

Rosiel raises her eyebrows at the name, then ignores it for the moment. She glances at the vessel being unloaded. "Your ship?"

"Nahh, wingy, ol' Bone-Nose don't own no ships. He just likes to watch them work."

Rosiel syas, "That's Captain Rhea. And I'm looking to hire a few skilled sailors."

"Aye, Cap'n, Ol' Bone-Nose, he prefers to watch these days."

"Lost your stomach for the sea?"

He barks a laugh, "No, Ol' Bone-Nose, he never could do that. The sea is his One True Love, donchyaknow? No, he lost his stomach for losin', Ol' Bone-Nose did. That's one helluva curse you got, Cap'n. He must say."

"You can see it? Interesting."

He nods, "It's as plain as the high tide on a full moon, it is. You don't happen to be Rosiel Rhea, then, Cap'n?"

"I am."

He shakes his head in wonder, "So you lookin' for revenge, ja?" The bone through his nose jangles slightly.

Rosiel nods. "And I don't intend to lose. But I have no use for cowards."

"Ol' Bone-Nose, he ain't afraid. He mighta lost, but he never died, see. But Ol' Bone-Nose, he saw too many ships sink, ja? It hurts a man's heart to see a ship sink. Ol' Bone-Nose, he is not afraid, he is heartbroken."

Rosiel challenges, "Explain to me the difference."

He's perplexed, "Eh? Well... Damn me, you're sharp. Okay, Ol' Bone-Nose, he might be a little afraid of havin' his heart broke more. A little." He holds his fingers up, close together, about an inch apart, when he says "A little." He shakes his head, "But Ol' Bone-Nose, he will tell you what: If he gets on a ship, he will fight like you never seen no one fight. He will be the best damned sailor, & I mean damned sailor, you ever seen. He will not lose life & he will not lose limb. He will not fall ill, he will no go any madder than he is. But if you lose a ship? He will be hurt, very hurt. So he will fight to make sure that don't happen. You don't even have to say it, really. Ol' Bone-Nose can tell. He's your man. He go with, whether he like it or not. He will meet you at Manwort's tomorrow morning, he will."

Rosiel studies him closely, then nods.

"This will be an interestin' voyage, it will." He nods at you, then starts watching the ships again.

Rosiel starts away in search of the archer. "I wonder what else he'll see."

Amarcus says, "He's mad. The insane ones, they know things most don't, but their information is not always reliable," he pauses, "No, it's always reliable, but it's not always clear. It's cryptic."

"Cryptic or not, it could be useful."

Amarcus nods, "Very, if used well."