The Forward Cargo Hold is packed tight with barrels, crates, and burlap sacks, the air thick with a pungent mix of wet fur, stale cargo, and a cloying perfume. In the dim light, your eyes catch sight of a crude nest made from tattered rags and straw, shoved into the prow of the ship like an afterthought.
As you step further inside, the sound of movement draws your attention. A figure emerges from the shadows—a twisted blend of rat and human features, fur bristling and eyes glinting in the faint light. The creature raises a loaded crossbow, pointing it directly at you. His speaks loudly in his squeaky voice: "Stop right there! What do you want?!"
The wererat lower his crossbow, but still staring at you both suspiciously. "Passengers you say huh?" he takes a step back to have his back against the wall, "The name is Snig, Snig Lacorse. I'm the......rat-catcher of The Throaty Mermaid. I don't know no Mr. Envoy here."
Snig lowers his crossbow, scratches his face, and start recalling: "Yesterday? So that was all the noises about? Well, I don't know anything that was going on outside this room. I was staying in my nest all day as usual. Azuretta and the elf with weapon came in last night though, and they ignored me as always. Then-ze-real, I think the elf name is called? I watched them doing their romantic activities quietly until they leave the room some times later. It was quite a scene, but I didn't saw any murder or murderer."