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I'm thure that they'll come get me thhould they need me. I jutht withh the porterth had thtowed the bocth the right way up.

*Yawn* "Zzzz... Zzzz... Zzzz... Zzzz...."

Can't. My PC is still in the ship's hold. between a some spare ships parts and several barrels of tar. ;)

The sea voyage is uneventful....

The crates are loaded into the ship's hold for the journey.

"The porterth. They thould have given you one when you thigned for the delivery." says the box.

GM Jhaeman wrote:

"And could someone please see who's snoring in that crate?"

"My pleasure."

Arioch draws his light mace and begins hammering on the crate, "Hey wake the hell up it's time to get your lazy *** to work!"
Turning back to VC Heidmarch he says, "Ah the memories; it's how my mom woke me up in the afternoon."

There some rustling from the tall box, the sound of packaging material shifting and the sound of someone coming around.

"Hm? Huh? Err. Where? Oh, yeth. *Ahem!*" The voice grows louder. "There thould be a crowbar!"

The crate in the entryway continues to snore peacefully.