Gazing on the man a while you witness the frown that troubles his brow. Perhaps his disgruntled look owes itself to being stranded with the landlubbers, the man obviously more at home on the open wave judging by his maritime apparel. He looks sternly around, this way and that, and rushes about with a paramount urgency that you cannot fathom. In his right hand he clutches a beggarly document though you notice to your surprise that it bears a nobleman's seal. Catarrus of Parrius is a picture of health and vitality. Catarrus of Parrius is not holding anything. Catarrus of Parrius is not wearing anything.