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Snig looks distressed at the idea of moving ship. Don't like to be outside. He is clearly very afraid to move from his current position. Still, the convincing wording of Azura cause his to say Another ship? I'll try it., which is about as much as a confirmation one can hope to get from the Agoraphobic were-rat.
Azuretta, and that bodyguard. Kept silent. Tried to sleep through it. Didn't work. Still kept silent. Always do.
Waa? No, uh, don't hurt me? I'm just Snig. Was here. Didn't see. I'm always here. Ask anyone. I don't go out. Always here. Snig looks on with slightly frightened eyes. Not going out.
The forward cargo hold is full of barrels, crates, and burlap sacks. The room smells or a mix of wet animals and a heady perfume. A nest of tattered rags lies crammed in the prow of the ship. Lurking from behind a crate, with two beady little eyes, is a half-man, half-rat creature. |
