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Finally, a ship. Looks like I tagged along with the right group after all.

Tom watches Tipene head off to the docks.
"I guess we will be waiting to cash in those chips?"
"Your friend seems in a hurry to catch a ship."

I am just as good in town as on a ship. However, it's much easier being a pirate on a ship :)

Sorry about the absence, had a big week in both work and school.

"No offense intended, I am quite sure you are each capable, I was just commenting on appearances. Truth be told, I was expecting a little less of a welcome so I laid it on a bit thick." Tom says with a smile.
So, the dead guy an acquaintance of any of you?"

Unable to restrain himself any longer, Tom decides to crash the party.

"Underside? That's a might bit rough of a place."
Tom says casually as he moves up to the group from where he had been following them. He glances around the group.
"The big guy there looks like he could handle himself," Tom says as he nods at Tipene. "But the little guy, the old man, and the young lady all look like easy marks."

He short bows to the group with a sardonic smile.
"Red Tom at your service. I'm sure the little scene you left behind is something you wish to avoid. I am at loose ends at the moment and you look like a group with some favorable prospects of action. If it's Underside you're going, then my company might be fortuitous for you. After all, the big guy can't watch out for all of you at once."

Tom watches the scene unfold. Waiting to see some sort of response from the crowd as a man just dies in front of them.

Hmmm, if that group leaves, I'll just follow them. They look like they might have something going on that is better than being stuck here.

Tom watches as each of the newcomers enter, still entertaining hope he wasn't suckered. Though a few look to be capable sorts, none match the description he was given. He shrugs and keeps drinking and decides to watch the newcomers instead. perhaps an opportunity will present itself after all. Not one to stay depressed or angry for long, he begins to cheer up a little, though the lost coin still rankles.

Tom is of medium height and build, brownish hair, beard, and eyes. He tends toward fancy dress and the sword he wears is obvious great quality and strange design. Not handsome, not ugly, just nondescript (except for his clothes of course).

Tom sits in a corner of (insert random tavern here) drinking as he watches the door.
I should have known the tip was crap. Waiting here like a fool for someone that won't turn up.
However, having nothing better to do, Tom still sits there drinking away his dwindling funds. His foul mood keeps casual company away, much to his comfort.

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