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That horrible cleric, who does nothing but for money. The navigator came in late. The lookout was there, but as I said, she got up in the middle of the night. Mallick already emerged from the crew's cabin earlier. Thanzeril wasn't there, and the captain and the smuggler never sleep in the crew's cabin.
It was a knife that killed Sephriel, wasn't it? All my knives are still clean, and I would have used less obvious means the dwarf responds with an evil glare. I turned in just before the commotion. The first mate was in the main hold, eyeing me down. He's always eyeing me down, bloody ba*t**d. Slept in the crew's cabin, someone got up, and I heard a bird screech. Must've been that woman and that lookout creature. She looked green alright when she turned, so maybe she just went to hang over the rail, haha!. Malice, pride, disdain, spite and a complete disconnect with any feelings - this is a murderous psychopath, but one that kills with poison.
Rat. I said so before. Unless ya can catch sumtin' more interesting the cook responds with that silvery smile she has. Now bugger off from my kitchen!, she adds as an unfriendly remark.
You deaf, lassie? What.. cha.. WANT.. from.. me? the dwarf asks, baring a grin of silver teeth. She seems awfully irritable.
Moving to Shira, she barely gets a more civil response than Loenor. Still, her friendly demeanour - however gratingly insincere - seems to make Shira slightly, ever so slightly, more helpful. Divine, humbug. You enjoy rat, then, lassie? Watcha want from me?
G****mn meddling piece of ****. Yeah, leave. Go drown yourself in the dink, ya good-for-nothing oaf
Civil?! I'll show you civil. Why didn't they kill you with the rest of them. Should I finish it? Want me to give your face a good polish, so it's all nice and shiny? You like that? HUH?! The dwarf is irritable and takes a threatening stance toward Loenor
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Yeah, I saw you. the ugly dwarfs answers as he spits on the floor, then starts mumbling to himself Pointy-eared folk. Knew he was trouble the moment he stepped on board. Loenor looks around, but before he sees anything of interest the dwarf interrupts Waddaya looking it at? then after a brief pause what?! you suspecting me? Gradually descending into something halfway between paranoid and a tantrum, the dwarf starts cursing and threatening You better watch your step, you pointy-eared goof, or I'm going to bash those teeth of yours till no more are there. I'll show you how a hand becomes a fist, d***it
On his way down, Loenor moves past the ship's cook, Shira Acidaxe. He is an ugly, one-eyed dwarf, currently preparing food on a strange alchemical apparatus in the fore starboard corner of the main hold. |
