Kalan looked down from a hill and saw a port town below him, several hours of running, but he had made it. There were partially destroyed ships in the harbour, with the terrible storm still raging they would likely not be here in the morning - "Damnit", Kalan thought, "not even a ship here to get me off the wretched island". Kalan patted his side, the pouch of gold coins was still there under his clothes - good, it hadn't come loose, that meant a good drink or ten was in order.
Making his way down towards the town, Kalan could hear song and laughter coming from one tavern. Upon entering the tavern he was greeted by the smell of sweat and beer, everyone seemed mightily drunk, especially the large man who made his way towards Kalan, "FRIEND!" the man even managed to slur that one word, "DRINK!" and again. Another man shoved a tankard into Kalan's hands. "He just won a lot of gold in a poker game, making an even richer merchant richer" the man explained.
Kalan wasn't going to argue with free drink and so he didn't, letting the night take its drunken and joy filled course.
