As the ship waited for all the passengers to climb on board, 'Raid' stood on top of the deck, apparently arguing with one of the attendants of the boat. For those who could listen in on their conversation, this would be what they would hear:
"I'm sorry, sir..." the elf said, "But what few private rooms the ship has had already been taken."
"Do you expect the son of a Noble family to sleep in quarters with a bunch of commoners?" Raid retaliated, stepping closer before pointing to another direction, "... have you even tried smelling the place? It's revolting! It smells like a bunch of wet dogs! All I ask is one empty room with one empty bed - is that so hard to ask around here? I believe it is your job, ELF, to find what the passengers need so get right on it. Come on, get to it." Then perhaps out of fear or worry, the elf did indeed leave the scene, going down below deck. Raid himself, however, shook his head with a sigh. "Bloody service." Seeing other people looking at him, he simply glared at them before walking away, apparently wishing to avoid trouble.