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"That pretty officer ye caught, she had two fine short swords. I don' s'pose any would question if she only had one. And a shirt o' chain. Ye may's well have that too."

Grok rummages about a wooden trunk and pulls three chain shirts from the bottom then returns two of them. From the wooden chest beside it she pulls out a masterwork short sword, slightly curved back and inlaid with fine filigree as is the Rahadoumi custom.

(Add masterwork short sword and chain shirt to equipment.)

"Thank you." Mata says as Grok offers his equipment back. "The only thing I can think that I'd like to buy is some simple tools to repair our new ship if we get in trouble."

"Hmm. Don' think I's can help ye there. Ye may want ter try the stitchman. I mean Habbly Quarne. He's like to have acquired any extra from t'other ship."

Grok leans over a metal trunk, twists the lock a quarter turn, inserts a key and opens the lid to reveal weapons, parchments and a stick. She rummages through the parchments, pulls one out and presents it to Sevien.

"Not as good as a wand, but better'n yer standard cure," she smiles toothily.

Sevien find himself looking at a scroll of cure moderate wounds.

"Away with ye."

With the fog cleared and the officers organising the sacking of the captured ship, Sevien is unable to liberate a suit of armour.

Grok's face falls when you visit her and water wells in the rims of her large brown eyes.
"But stuff were so dull before ye."
She wipes her eyes and sniffs. "Here. Take yer stuff. Ye'll be needin' it. And ye can take that suit o' leather ye're eyein'. I's ain't had a chance t' count 'em all yet. And if'n ye're after summin' else, thar mebbe a few other things gone missing in th' confusion, if'n ye take me meaning."
"Ye be careful like. I dunno why ye're still alive, but Besmara's mebbe watchin' ye. That ain't necessarily a good thing. Behave." She punches Mata in the arm, then leans forward somewhat clumsily and gives Xantrius a kiss on the cheek.
"Good fortune and sure sail."

(Everyone can finally have back all their starting equipment. Sevien can add in a suit of leather armour. Requests taken for further items...)

It's mid-evening when Cut-Throat Grok rounds you all up, followed by a bored looking Riaris Krine. Grok takes you all aside while Riaris watches on. Riaris scowls when you meet her gaze, but Grok seems genuinely happy as she dumps a small sack between you and opens it to reveal the glint of gold inside.
"Right. That'll be 600 fer yer group plus another 400 fer takin' th' sterncastle an' 3 potions o' curing an' 1 o' disappearin'. Ye accounted fer a dozen crew so's ye get 'nuther 300 and a 100 fer th' officer."
Grok's eyes flick to Xantrius. "And another 100 fer her bein' alive. Fer a total o' 1500 an' 4 potions."
She pushes the sack between you all, then turns to Sevien.

"An 'Arrigan says yer t'ave this amulet o' armor fer yer loyal action." She presents Sevien with an amulet of a carved green stone on a chain of silvery bluish metal. The stone is a creamy green piece of jade that looks exactly like a small turtle shell. The chain twists like coral through the front two leg holes to allow the device to hang from the neck.

Grok pauses, then turns back to you all. "I was sorry to hear 'bout yer friends. I don't believe..."

"Hurry up," orders Riaris. "They ain't the last ye know."

Grok rolls her eyes. "Well, well done. If ye need anything, come t' me store, an' I'll be glad t' take yer coin back."
She wanders off after Riaris to another group of pirates, shooing some away and calling in others.

(Total treasure -> 1500gp, 3 potions of cure moderate wounds, 1 potion of invisibility, 1 amulet of natural armour)

Grok smoothly lifts a small throwing axe from her belt and with a flick of her wrist lets fly. The head of the rat is neatly separated from its now twitching body.
"The rats usually stay outta here," she offers, retrieving the axe. She looks at Mata expectantly.

Grok looks up as Sevien enters the stores and seems confused by his tale.
"Why not take 'em t' Habbly Quarn? He's the ship's carpenter. And surgeon. Though, truths be told, that be one of the reasons I don't get sick. Last thing I wants is him decidin' me arm or leg should come off. Besides, Cap'n's property an' all. An' I gotta sort all this fer trainin' too. So away with ye."
And Grok shoos him out the stores.

(2 Strength for Nakon too, for sleeping as night time action)

Impressed by Nakon's efforts the previous evening, Grok returns all his equipment for the princely sum of 10 gold pieces.
"Don't ye be tellin' t'others ye paid anything but full price, t'otherwise I won't be 'round to sell ye nothin' more."

When Mata arrives he realises that orcs tend to also steal culture from other races, and chooses his words with more care. Grok smiles understandingly and returns his falchion for only 5 gold.

Grok shudders at Nakon's tale. "Shark wants its tooth? Creepy. The Cap'n won't like that. Mebbe ye should 'ave it back. Don't want nothin' cursed in the stores. Come get it on t'morrow, when I's open."

Grok looks worriedly behind Xantrius. "Tain't Fishguts be there yet? Plugg'll 'ave 'im at Bloody 'our 'gin. 'e 'asn't checked up on 'im yet. May be down soon. Ye're gonna hafta do th' cookin' fer 'im. 'e'll be no good today. 'e gave you that papers yesserday. But 'ere 're yer flags. An' ere's some more o' that parchment anyways. I's just gettin' some stuff together for customers. I knows every item in 'ere like th' scar on me throat." She smiles proudly, showing sharpened teeth. (Xantrius, add another 2 sheets of parchment and your flags to your equipment)

Xantrius opens the door to a cramped, crowded storeroom containing numerous barrels, boxes, and chests. The female half-orc, Cut-Throat Grok, is currently going through chests filled with knives, candles, flasks and even a violin. She looks up as Xantrius opens the door.
"Ye can be stayin' right there. What can I helps ye with?" She straightens up and folds her arms.

As supper finishes up, there are warm greetings for the female half-orc who appears on deck with a full bucket. The quartermaster, Cut-Throat Grok, has a huge scar across her neck and, from the bucket, doles out half a pint of rum to every member of the crew. You notice Mister Plugg and Master Scourge watching you as you're each awarded your rum ration.