"Please?" Therric says to Cameron at the mention of Honey cakes.
You will need some rest, and some food, Therric. But I guess you've seen the worst of this. Please do come to the Temple if you want to improve your kissing..
Says a winking Marcus before leaving Therric's room. As Cameron thanks hil, he answers
Well, who knows, maybe I'll have a favor to ask. Besides, you did a good job cleaning the docks of this undead threat, and I was happy to be of assistance.
Cameron gets back into the kitchen. There is no more honey cake-Sylee saw to that- but there still some cheese and cold meat, some fruits too. Putting everything on a plate, he brings the food to the paladin, meeting the girls on his way.
Marcus and Caithlinn are chatting together
Zahel waited while the cleric healed Therric, and was relieved when the paladin regain his appetite.
He's hungry, so he's better.
"Good to see you back on your feet, Therric."
He also greeted Alayna and Nessa, showing concern when learning that they were attacked on their way to the temple. He revealed to them the content of the poetry book:
"Apparently, Larur discovered that Saul was involved in illegal business, and was keeping a great deal of the money won from the games for himself. And on the same day we make this discovery, you are attacked in open air by unknown persons. I think it is time to confront him."
Nessa gave her little girl a sad look as Sylee said, "No mama, I lost it." There were tears in her eyes and the tiefling held the child close while she got herself together.
Nessa looked down at the child and though, We'll just have to see what we can do about it! She gave Sylee a kiss and said, "Why don't we both get dressed and then get you some honey cakes before anyone else eats them up on us?" She and Sylee both got dressed, Nessa in something more conservative than normal showing only hints of cleavage and her legs were covered down to just above her knees. Sylee got a dress suitable for a child her size and both made it downstairs to eat, devouring the honey cakes before any one else could get to them.
When Cameron came in looking for the honey cakes for Therric, Nessa looked guiltily at him and said, "Sorry, Sylee and I ate the honey cakes already. Let me help get food together for him?" As they did she asked, "Was Marcus able to help him?" Her words were filled with worry as she dreaded the answer she might get. Sylee was finishing her juice still and sat looking at her mommy in concern as she could tell Nessa was worried about something.
Sylee had gone out to play with one of the servants for a bit while the group discussed things and Nessa related the tale of the attack to everyone. When Zahel implied that it must be Saul behind it Nessa replied, "I don't know if he's behind the attack, coulda been Zilcher. We've pissed him off, especially me."
Cameron hears Nessa and Zahe talking and chips in, "I've been thinking about that. As far as an assassination attempt goes they where pretty incompetent. Perhaps they where simply paid to scare rather than kill? Anyway it's quite an escalation by somebody. So what now? We do't go anywhere alone that's a given sadly. I also think we owe it to Larur to try and find him. While I wouldn't say he was a friend exactly, he was out colleague and he played it strait with us. I want to know what happened to him... Lets spread the word as a missing persons case, offer a reward for information leading us to him? What do you think, worth a try?"
"If Saul was making illegal money, he had to find dome place to deposit it. Maybe Zilcher took no part in the murder, but that would at least explain why Saul is so afraid of him."
Zahel approved of Cameron's idea:
"If Drexell hasn't done that already, we should could ask him to spread the word," he suggests."That would give us some time to visit either Saul or Zilcher."
Cameron comments, "I get the impression Saul and Zilcher go back a fair way, there's bad blood between them that's for sure. Saul never did explain why and it seemed rude to ask. Anyway if we're going back to the goblin I might try find this Gherybar of your's first. I have a feeling we'd have to take payment on account which will be annoying..."
Caithlinn, who wasn't far away from Cameron, speaks
I don't know the whole story, but years ago Saul and Zilcher battled for supremacy as crimelords, and Saul lost. Rumors say that Zilcher himself cut Saul's hand, and that he took time to do it as painfully as possible. The crimelords are cruel and viscious people, as a lot. Now Saul is back, and so far he's just holding the Gold Goblin, so he isn't a threat... yet. Zilcher isn't very subtle. As he knows you work for Saul, you are his foes. Minor foes maybe, but foes all the same. And Zilcher never waits for minor foes to become major adversaries. Be careful. You shouldn't be alone in Riddleport streets. Especially at night. Zilcher wouldn't dare to attack you here, but everywhere else, you walk with a target on your backs.
As Alayna and Nessa have a little chat with the recovering paladin, Krucina enters Therric's room with a sad and solemn face.
I'm afraid I have some bad news. I want to go.. somewhere else, before this thing blows out and we get involved in a full scale gang war. I just hope it won't happen too soon.I'm not fit to be an hero. I'm usually am on the wrong side of the law, no offense Therric, and if it was fun to be one of the "good guys" for a time, I value my own life more. I'll be gone as soon as possible, and wish you all the best of luck. You'll need it.
Nessa crossed to where Krucina stood and embraced her as she spoke quietly in the woman's ear, "I'm sorry to hear that, your skills will be missed. You're always welcome to visit and if you ever want to have some fun with me," she placed her lips on Krucina's and gave her a very rough and thorough kiss before she continued, "You know where to find me."
Therric is busily chowing down on breakfast and not contributing much to the conversation, until Krucina announces her departure.
"Oh. Well..." Therric sets his plate aside and is about to say something when Nessa walks over to the shadowy lady...
...whispers in her ear, and then snogs her.
He catches himself staring before getting a hold of himself. "*AHEM* Er, I'm sorry to see ya leave."
...I hope she doesn't notice. Therric tries to readjust himself on the bed and conceal a lump in the sheets.
Cameron nods as if bulling this over and keeps his face bland but he can't help wondering, Zilcher won't dare attack us here? Why Caithlinn, who are you?!
After a moment he released he needs something to say to prevent things from getting awkward. Recalling the day they first met Sergeant Drexell, Cameron says, "Figures. Saul was behaving erratically the day Sgt Drexell first came to visit. At the time we felt this was due to the stress of Zilcher leaning on him, but now I know the good Sergeant better I think there's more it it than that. The finances of the Goblin are highly irregular, Saul feared Drexell would find something. You know that suggests there is or was something to find at the Goblin. I wonder where he'd hide something, not in his office - too obvious. Besides Nessa has been there many times. Maybe he'd stash things where somewhere people don't often go, an attic or a cellar maybe."
Cameron casts his mind back trying to think of any potential hiding places in the Goblin.
You were tasked to find where are some of his employees, and to ask them to come back as soon as possible at the Goblin. Saul sends you to the Temple of Calistria, where one of them, a tiefling girl named Nessa, acts as a priest. If she isn't there, surely the other priests know where she is.
The temple of Lust-as it is commonly called in Riddleport- isn't very far from the gambling hall. The guards let you enter, and as you ask about Nessa, a well built man in his early thirsties comes to you. he looks at you lenghtly, and you feel nearly naked under his eyes. But at least he doesn't see you as a potential threat, because he gives you some information.
Hello. I'm Marcus, one of the priests of the Temple. You're looking for Nessa? I just left her a few minutes ago. She's into a friendly home nearby.
He gives you instruction to find the house, and you can still feel his eyes on your....lower back until you knock at the door of "Madam Caithlinn" whoever she might be. Maybe it's a brothel?
Someone knocks at Caithlinn's door, and you hear the old elf's voice.
Could someone open? I'm a little tied here in the kitchen! We're cooking with Sylee!
Nessa glanced over at Therric and noticed his reaction with a wicked grin and said, "Sorry Therric, but you're still too weak, we'll take care of that itch eventually," in one of her most seductive tones.
By the time the door was knocked on Nessa had ended up in the kitchen with Caithlinn and Sylee helping to cook. Her efforts were more hindrance than help as she tended to sample too much food and get flour everywhere. She called out, "I'll get it!" And slipped from the kitchen to the door. She opened it and said, "Caithlinn's house can I help you?" The tiefling some how had gotten spots of flour almost bit of exposed skin, which was a fair bit of skin with the wings added in. She was wearing a short sun dress and an apron that said "kiss the cook". Despite her being a tiefling she didn't seem to hold that natural repulsion most felt for her kind, in fact the opposite seemed true as she was very alluring and seemed to naturally draw the eyes to herself.
Caithlinn's door creaks open, spilling the muted light of the morning sun across the small hallway, illuminating Nessa like she was centre stage at the theatre.
Stood on the doorstep is a short, rake-thin woman, looking for all the world that a strong breeze might blow her over at any moment. She squints at Nessa
So there's a fella down the old temple o' lust, said there might be a 'Nessa' 'ere...
her eyes rove up and down the barely-clad tiefling appraisingly
Judgin' by the description I was given, that'd be you then
she tilts her head to the side
...only less flesh showin' on account o' the flour...
She runs one hand through her dark hair, swept back and braided in to many tails. Nessa notes the scraps of bone, ribbon and strips of leather woven in to it haphazardly.
Anyways, I've a message for you and your mates from Vancaskerkin, 'e says 'get yourselves to the Goblin'
she leans in and sniffs at Nessa
That honey cakes I can smell?
Nessa nodded and said, "Yep, I'm her." The fact that Saul sent for them left her somewhat disturbed but she stepped aside and said, "Come on in, the honey cakes aren't done just yet, we had to make more after Sylee and I ate them all." It dawned on her then that she had flour all over and said, "Whoops." A few words and gestures later the flour was pulled from her body by a tiny whirlwind that took it all to a trash can and dumped it all outside in the yard. "There, that's better."
She led,the woman into the parlormare and gestured, "Have a seat Miss...?" Her tone was questioning as she didn't know the newcomers name yet. Once she learned the name she began to busily go around and let everyone know they were needed at the Goblin before coming back down and ditching the apron.
As Nessa was doing this a little human girl of around five came running from the kitchen yelling as she waved a snake shaped honey cake, "Mommymommymommy look!...You're not mommy." She eyed the new arrival and said, "But you kinda look like mommy, you have a tail like mommy." She though the a minute and said, "I'm Sylee. Are you mommies sister? Why's there a slinky rat on your shoulder?"
Therric sheepishly looks down at the sheets as Nessa leaves before setting about putting some clothes on.
When he comes downstairs, there's someone new standing in the hall--another tiefling lady with a pet, this one a weasel. "Oh? Hello there--didn't think we were gonna have more guests."
Zahel sighed deeply. As the days went on, the chances of finding Larur well and alive were getting thinner. To think that they still had no news...
If only we had hints of where he could be...
When he hard that Krucina was leaving, he nodded, and gave her a warm handshake.
"May the roads be peaceful, and stars always light your path."
As someone knocked at the door, the investigator came into the kitchzen to see who it was. He looked more tired than usual, and his long white hair was quite messy.
"Greetings," he nodded at the newcomer.
While Nessa was going around the house, his gaze seemed to detail the tiefling, showing particular interest for the weasel on the girl's shoulder.
"Spellcaster?"
Not being able to think of any hiding place off hand Cameron concludes they'd have to bite the bullet and head back to the goblin. Of course it might help things there if they could legitimately claim they'd been out looking for Larur. They they could...
His train of thought was interrupted, somebody was at the door. Cameron followed a little behind Nessa and was mildly surprised to see Saul's strangely dressed messenger. Of course having lived in this this for some time, Cameron wasn't too surprised. He's seen all manner of folks before. With a slight sigh he opined, "Well I guess this is Saul's way of asking nicely! Anyway nice to meet you miss. I think we should go, but perhaps via Gherybar's place, and on the way spread the word we're looking for our missing college Larur..."
Nodding her thanks and stepping inside the house, the woman replies
You can call me Tahlia
As Sylee enters the room with a burst of energy, Talya laughs
M'not sure Razor here 'preciates bein called a rat, you're lucky he likes little girls!
The weasel leans forward sniffing the air
Don worry though, he's already eaten today and I don't think he could manage you as well she tips Sylee a big wink as the weasel playfully nips one of Talya's braids.
As more people enter the room she nods at them
So yous look like butter wouldn't melt, makes you Therric, pleased ta meet you she smiles
And you with the watchful eyes'll be Zahel, and yup I got a bit o' power in my blood, comes wi' the territory her tail twitches, barely moving.
Not near so much as yon winged-lass I'm sure, I ain't got wings either
As Cameron makes his way in she shrugs
So you're the priest, nice ta meet ya too, name's Talya if you din' hear before. No skin off my nose if you want to stop somewhere else on the way, Saul din' say a deadline or nothin'
She perches on one of the chairs, the weasel immediately leaping away and scampering off, claws skittering across the floorboards as it explores the house.
Therric waves hello to Tahlia. "And... you said Saul wants to see us?"
Can't say I'm really looking forward to that.
Talya shrugs at Therric
Aye that's what 'e said, but bear in mind I ain't a clue why
She fidgets in the chair
'E only hired me this morning, I don't know any more 'n I've already told ya. In fact ya can probly clue me in better as to what 'e wants.
There is a shriek of delight as Sylee races past the kitchen doorway in hot pursuit of a scurrying weasel.
I ain't the sharpest knife in the block but I can tell som'ings up, care to clue me in so I don't get blindsided by whatever's goin' on?
She raises an eyebrow expectantly.
Nessa sat and watched Sylee enjoy chasing the weasel around the room with trepidation at first but as she saw the skill of the weasel in leading the little girl on and not getting caught she relaxed. She took Therric's hand and led him to a couch, pulling him down to sit with her. She continued to keep one eye on Sylee but also began t listen to the conversation with the newcomer.
Therric sits next to Nessa and leans back into the couch's cushions. His ribs still ache somewhat, and he manages to suppress a cough.
"Well, from the look of things so far, his partner Larur's gone missing--and he's right spooked about it. And from what we've been able to piece together, Saul's not exactly in a hurry for Larur to be found." He looks over at Zahel for confirmation.
Nessa pulled her legs up beneath herself and leaned gently against Therric. She folded one wing over his shoulders while the other came across her front. "He sent us to see the guy he owes money to, we thin he wanted us to go in and kill him to try and get out of paying the money back."
Therric slips one arm around Nessa's shoulder. "That, too."
He leans his head against hers.
...her hair smells like flour.
Caithlinn comes to see Cameron, as he was chatting with Alayna
Do you have something to ask me before you go to the Goblin, Cameron?
Cameron knows a moment's confusion, 'Not sure what she had in mind!'
He clears his throat and replies evenly, "Sounds like I probably should... I feel like we're about to walk into the lion's den and between you and me I'm a bundle of nerves..." Saul had always given Cameron the creeps.
Putting a brave face on it he asks, "Any advice?"
Saul might be an old one-handed scum, he still is a dangerous scum. Don't trust everything he says to you, but remember the best lies still have some truth in them. The worst part is that some of the other crimelords are maybe even worse than Saul. Riddleport isn't a place for the innocents or the weak. That's why people like you are so important. You can't change the whole town, but you can make small differences that still counts. Now gather your friends, and go to the Goblin.
She gently kisses Cameron's cheek, and whispers something
She has a misterious smile on her lips, and takes Sylee in her arms when the little girl has finished saying goodbye to her mommy
Well our boss don't sound like the most trustworthy sort given what ye've said
Talya frowns
So why yes working wi' 'im then if'n he's so bad? Pay ain't that good, 'less you're on some bonus scheme I've yet te qualify fer!
The weasel comes scurrying up to Talya and uses her tattered skirt as a ladder to climb back up and dance in a circle on her shoulder, chittering all the while.
Well now, i trust Razor here, an' he sez yous more worthy o' trust than Saul is, leave me righ' back a' square one though
She sighs heavily
A girls gotta eat, an he ain't paid me no gold as yet, look ifn' I goes back wi' ye, will ye cut me in on whate'er ya got goin' on? We's been on our own fer a while an' it don't sit right wi' eiver of us
The weasel jumps up and down on her shoulder, shaking its head and bouncing up and down like its been overindulging in the sugar bowl.
We's missin' a clan, a tribe, friends te call home...
she sits upright
Should'ne take nothin' fer granted I knows that, how bout I look after yes an' ye can decide after eh?
There's a mix of guardedness and hope in her eyes.
Cameron winks and whispers something back.
To the others he says, "I suppose we should get a move on. Zahel would you mind leading us to Gherybar?"
Cameron whispers a prayer to Desna and tells passers by, "We are looking for our friend Larur the dwarf. We miss his poetry and hope he's OK. If anyone sees him, please tell him and let us know. We'll make it worth your time!"
Nessa gave Sylee a great big hug and kiss on the forehead before they left and said, "Bye honey, I'll be back later on so be good for Grandma Caithlinn alright."
The little girl looked at her mommy and said plaintively, "Do I have to?"
Nessa giggled and said, "Yes honey, you have to." With a final hug she let Caithlinn take over and headed out the door.
As they traveled to their destination, wherever they were headed first, Nessa kept her eyes open for a toy store that sold dolls and such. She had a mission of her own to complete and she figured the best place to start was at a toy store.
"Unfortunately, Saul cares more about getting his money back than his employee," Zahel added cheerlessly. "Or else he wouln't be hiding clues from us."
He gave Natalya a smile.
"If you want to help, then you are very welcome."
He bowed a little playfully to Cameron:
"It will be my pleasure. Ladies, gentlemen... Whenever you are ready."
Therric makes sure to get his armour & weapons on before following the others out the door.
Following Zahel, you go first to Gherybar's home, near the Cyphergate, after crossing the bridge over the port.
Entering the "posh" part of Riddleport, people eye your group suspiciously, and Nessa soon spots the kind of shop she was hoping.
[ooc]You can get whatever you need, just tell me what you plan to buy and how much you want to spend
Gherybar's home is a small, one-story round house. There must be someone in, as you see fumes coming from the chimney
Nessa saw the Dollhouse store and, while she wanted to stop right now, knew they didn't have the time. She looked at Therric and Alayna and said, "In case I can't find it later, remind me where that shop is please? I want to try and repair Sylee's Dolly and need to get a replacement arm and some other things to do it." She seemed worried and said, "I'd stop now but I don't think we have the time just now, do we?"
Thas good ta hear Zahel, our thanks!
The weasel chitters some more, head bouncing up and down as it looks at the half-elf.
She mighta taken a shine to ye, hope e don' mind a wee nibble here 'n there, is her way 'a cuddlin!
As everyone moves to leave, Talya stands up and adjusts her satchel and belts. Glancing around, she shrugs, meeting Zahel's eyes as she reaches behind her in to the folds of her threadbare cloak and pulls out a small crossbow.
We're expectin' trouble it seems, hopefully trouble won' know what hit it!
she smiles and follows the others as they head out.
*
As they heat past the DOllmakers, Talya's head cocks to the side
'Ay Nessa, don' take offence if'n I offer advice ta someone I jus' met, s'just ma way
she grins and shrugs
Ye don' need a fancy doll to impress the wee one, ya make sommit yeself, she'll love it all the more cos ya put yer own time in ta it.
She gestures at the shop window
S'a reason places like this ain't onna dock front, poor quarters. Rich folk buy things cos they've no time nor want to make 'em.
Perhaps suddenly realising she might have overstepped, especially being so new, her voice drops in volume.
Look, s'up ta you, she'll like what ever ye get 'er. Don' mind me, jus' thought ta offer an opinion in case it's useful, if not, ye can just ignore it, no harm done!
She backs away then leaning on the nearest stone wall, head against the cold stone and almost swallowed by the shadows of the city.
Nessa nodded at Talya and said, "I don't plan to buy a new doll, I need a replacement arm for hers and maybe a bit of new cloth. I think I can magically repair her current doll if I get those things." She looked sad then as she said, "Sylle told me a priest like Cameron with a butterfly round his neck gave it to her and the Pauper was angry. A boy wanted to play with her doll and broke his arm off when she wouldn't let him. I'd hoped to find the original arm but that won't happen so I need a new one."
Cameron hadn't really been paying attention to the conversation but he caught the last bit and added, "That must have been uncle Millon, it was the sort of thing he'd do, may his soul rest in peace. Lets have a look in the shop after we've spoken to Gherybar?"
Cameron knocks at the door and listens to see if there's any response.
As he waits, Cameron whispers a short prayer, 'Lady luck, your humble servant seeks guidance so that he in turn may guide a lost soul onto the next world.
Alayna bids a faint good bye to Krucina, and after she has left becomes pensive. Too many come an' go. This is no way ta crew a ship. May'ap goin' after Saul really is the wrong choice? But, ta Beshaba with tha man, he's gunna get sod all and I'll be there when he does.
Alayna is traling the group, a bit behind them and watching who is noting her crew while trying to keep her ears and eyes on their wake. Once they cross over to the place where rats, four legged and two legged, are kept to a minimum she begins to relax. Some. Her thoughts roll back to last night, and the attack. Zilcher wouldn't be so clumsy, an' he may wait 'til he knows exactly what happened to his little spoon. Saul, he's a dolt and there's a reason he's seen as a' petty crimelord. Yeah, the tide always comes back ta Saul. She waits quietly with the group, unusually taciturn for her, as Cam knocks...
The door opens , showing a small, slender man, who looks quite young.
Yes?
As he listens to Cameron, a loud voice comes from the inside of the house
Who are those people? What do they want ? I won't buy anything!
Gherybar shouts back
They have a problem, Ma! They ask for my help!
His mom retorts, even louder
Close the door, Ghery, you will get a cold. If they ask if you can play outside with ya, I don't want you to. Do I know their mothers?
Angrily, the young man answers
They look like decent people, Ma, I don't think they will let their mothers know YOU!
He close he door behind him
Sorry for all that.
He sighs
I understand your troubles. I can't come right away, as I'm on the middle of something, but if you can wait for one or two days? I promise I'll be there, if only to get my mom mad cause I'm in a gambling hall. The Gold Goblin you say? Where is that?
He listens to your instructions, and promise again to be there the day after tomorrow.
Having done what you could, you go back to the Goblin, with a small side trip to the Dollhouse so Nessa can buy what she needs for Sylee.
You can hear Saul's voice shouting instructions to the staff from the street. When you finally enters the Goblin, he shouts at you
He visibly tries to calm himself
Look, the Goblin is in trouble. Again. I need your help, not for me, but for the staff. Our alcohol supplies are low, and a boat with barrels of the finest wines just come to port this morning. I ordered some of these barrels a while ago, and I fear the crimelords will try to steal my property. If we don't have the wine, we can close the Gold Goblin. People will go to other gambling homes, and I'll have to get rid of the staff. Can you go to the port right now?
Nessa made her stop at the Dollhouse brief buying only the replacement arm, some nicer cloth, a garment that looks like Cameron's Uncle's clothing, and a teeny tiny butterfly. She stowed it all carefully away so that it would be in one piece when she got back home and could work on it.
When they reached the Goblin Nessa bristled at Saul's accusations and nearly snapped back at him about his attitude. She realized he was freaking out about something else entirely and just lashing out at them as he couldn't find them the night before. She felt that some explanation was owed to him and said, "We're sorry about that Saul, one of us came down with ghoul fever from a misadventure a few nights before and we had to be locked up until a priest could come and cure the infection in case we had all contracted it. The sickness is gone now so we're safe. In all the scariness of it we never let you know. Sorry, but I doubt you wanted to tempt Desna frowning on us and letting us get people here sick too."
She looked at her friends and said, "I think we can do it the job right now, shall we?" She turned and started to walk away to do what they'd been told to without thinking to ask where to go to do it at.
Zahel stayed silent for a moment as he noticed Saul's panic.
"We had an emergency. Sorry. That won't happen again," he said calmly. "We'll go to the port immediately."
As they approached and heard Saul bluster and shout, Cameron rolled his eyes and tried to think something happy to combat his apprehension. Predictably his mind turned to Caithlinn, she might be older than his great grandmother but she still cut a striking figure [i]and she was experienced[i].
Stepping inside he listened to Saul rant and rave and came to the same conclusion as the others, Saul probably wasn't the one who had sent the crossbowmen.
Cameron clears his throat and tells Saul, "Yes. We can take the wagon and fetch the barrels. Was there any paperwork? Who is your supplier? How many barrels are we talking about, and where exactly is the pickup? "
Therric blinks in confusion at Saul when he yells at them.
After a moment's thought, he realizes that Saul's anger and fear are genuine. He also realizes that he cares very little about that.
He wants us to pick up barrels of booze now?
Talya keeps quiet as the group travels around Riddleport, content to simply watch and learn about her new colleagues. As they neared the Goblin she subtly checks her crossbow is loaded and steels herself for whatever is to come.
Her brow furrows as the expected violence does not ensue, but she shakes her head.
Right you are then boss... sounds like we've a delivery to escort
She waits as Cam asks his questions, good questions, and glances around to ensure nothing else is amiss.
She spends more time looking at Therric and Cam, Nessa and Alayna, then catches Zahel watching her watching them. She tips him a wink and he swears the weasel winks too before it disappears in to the satchel on Talya's hip.
If there's paperwork, they probably are into that damn dwarf's office, and I can't figure how he was working, and we don't have time. There was six to eight barrels to take, don't remember, all payed in advance,that I DO remember, with a yellow goblin's head painted on them so you can get them without mistake. Pickup is on the port, as they came by boat, whose name escapes me at the moment...
He seems desperate, and suddenly snaps his fingers
it's the.. the... FOAMRUNNER! That's it!
At tha port? Hope we don't find any returning biters. Alayna is unhappy that the party is finding itself running at Saul's beck and call, but she does understand that this could be the difference between dinner tomorrow and empty bellies for the good folk that work the 'Goblin. With a show of bravado the pirate wench proclaims, "Aye, ya lout, Foamrunner'll give up it's cargo ta us or we'll bring you her topsail!"