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A pile of armor punctuated below by two familiar, spindly legs approaches Benaiah. "Would you like this on or off for your seaward voyage, Mister Benaiah Sir?" comes an uncertain voice from somewhere beneath a breastplate, "I think I know how to do the straps now..." The lad's voice breaks, and Benaiah realizes that he's crying and trying to hide it.
"George! Get over here." he scowls. "Y-y-yes sir?" George scampers over as quickly as he can. He takes the expression on Benaiah's face as an ill omen and veritably cringes in anticipation of some undeserved punishment.
"... ummm... my name's George... and, erm... you dropped this," says George unconvincingly, handing Arimar's obsidian-filled purse back to him. A glare from the necromancer as he retrieves his purse and George thinks better of pushing his luck and simply slinks off to perform some suddenly pressing duty on the other side of the ship.
"Thank you", George mouths amidst a flurry of bubbles when Ciarán saves him. With all the floating belongings around, the boy decides to take this opportunity to look for the captain's sextant. Three weeks and I still haven't found that damn thing! At least Nelenquessir told me what they looked like.
At some point during the day, every mission specialist gets a visit from Felonious George. "Got a... *huff* letter for *puff* you!" he pants, clearly the boy has been running around a lot looking for the crew, "From *huff* Barbarosa... he wants *puff* all of you to*huff* join him for...*puff* dinner tonight.... erm... *huff* not... *puff* that I've *huff* ... opened it, or *puff* anything." The boy catches his breath while the specialist reads the letter. 'You, and your fellow mission specialists, are to dine with me tonight. Dinner will be at the Maiden's Head just north of the Docks, on the corner of Mill Street and Church Street (ye gods, or lack thereof, for a place with such strange buildings, their street names are highly uninventive). Be there at sunset, and not a minute later.' "So, have you seen the captain's sextant?" asks George, finally breathing normally again, "He's been riding me about it going missing all day. I don't even know what a sextant looks like!"
George eyeballs the gemstone with a mixture of awe and jealousy. His mouth hangs open a good while before he simply nods at Gratum. Any words he could possibly say at this point would be moot at best.
"Captain Barbarosa, are you sure I can't do anything other than scrub the decks until we get to the Isle?" asks George, already bored with his chores.
Aeslin:
Yep! 6gp only. You're not sure how he got the additional discount... and Aeslin probably doesn't want to think too hard about it! "What about me?" chimes in a voice from behind Gratum, "I thought that 'cabin boy' was going to be my job!"
George looks fearfully up at Gratum. Is he threatening me? Will he rat me out if I don't come? Hmmm. I think he just genuinely wants my services... "Ummm... it pays well, then?" George asks, "I think I... well... yes. I'm in." George reaches out a hand to shake Gratum's. The two sort out the details, and George lets the dwarf know where to find him when the crew is going to be assembled. |
