As the small boat approached the docks of this Divide Island, he noticed the three docks, one of which leading to a large building of sorts. The moonless night made it hard to see things, even though there appeared to be lights on the docks it kinda seemed darker than usual. There wasn't much time to really think as the generous sailer gave the man a lift to these islands where it was mentioned there was some job opening. The West Fiore Trading Company, and so the man instantly thought heavy labor, or maybe guard duty? Whatever the task, he had hoped to get a job here since the last one didn't last for very long.
Amose was a man of a long history, he looked to be built for war and damned the gods he was. He donned an old worn out set of armor of peculiar descent, it has been asked about to which the man simply replied, "Its for show."
A lie of course, the armor given its current state provided not much protection with the rust, cuts and missing pieces here and there, it was uncomfortable. It was better than leather armor, and since Amose didn't like how armor nowadays were... well... dull in appearance. He liked armor that had design and protection, not the crap that lowly knights wore.
Amose stepped on to the dock and thanked the sailer for his ride, paying the guy fifty jewels for his ride. The two did not speak to each other, and what conversation was made was nothing more than small talk upon the hours of the boat. The sailer took the money and swam off in his boat, not even a thank you or your quite welcome, oh well, there are many people like that of course. Amose turned to view the docks, perhaps it was best to come in the day rather than night. He hadn't the luxury of taking a day boat because everyone was either ferrying people or fishing, maybe both?
The armored man noticed the lights on the docks were lacrimas, he thought. He didn't care for them as be didn't really know what they could do, just that they seem like some decoration. He traveled along the dock, beginning to walk along the path of guards and lacrimas. The West Fiore Trading Company, Amose understood why it was heavily guarded, from what he heard the place served as a loading bay for ships and such, but that's all he heard. The moment he heard of it was the moment he got someone to take him. Particularly the old sailer who seemed a bit too quiet, but that was perfect, Amose was not one for talking to anyone. Lest it be of business and sorts.
Amose began his trip to the main building, odd for an individual at night, he just preferred for people to be out of his way, and what better time? He was a dissident to say the least, but no misanthrope by any means. He was just really antisocial.