Cinder gets out of the mud yelling, "What do you think you are doing?! I brought that boat and it will be mine! You chickens took off running! Give me it back!" Wiping mud of her face and storming after the Gnome to get her prize back, "That is my boat! You left it and I claimed it, if you want to share that's okay but I won't be robbed by anyone! Now return it!" Stomping in the mud and sinking in it, Cinder glares at the mud for ruining her stomp.
the tiny, cramped rowboat extends into a 20'×10' riverboat with a 10'×10' cabin.
now that we aren't in a rowboat, I guess we can introduce ourselves. My name is Pietr; Pietr Nemetsk, to be exact. I needed some gold, so I signed up to be a tax collector. I figured that my clerical talents could be of use there.
Sylrea turned to see cinder throwing a little fit. She slowly walked up her and patted her on the head. "Its ok. Im sure he doesn't mean to still. Just calm down and ask nicely." She then walks up to the gnome. "Excuse me, mr Gnome sir? My friend is just wondering if she can have the box. You know, since you guys were going to leave it behind." She was trying her best not to be rude and showing off her best smile.
She then turns to the cleric. "Pietr. Nice to meet you Pietr. I am Joan. You may call me...Joan" She said in a pretty dry tone. She was still upset that he was trying to goo after poor Grigor
Franz has mud up his legs and looks very unhappy about it. Upon seeing the boat come through the portal with Cinder, Franz moves to get into the boat. But before he can even get to it Zaliey turns it back into a box and Cinder and the Gnome start to argue over the box.
Sighing Franz walks over to the pair and with a commanding voice says
As the box transforms back into the boat, Franz steps into the bow and takes a seat. Turning to the others he says
"The words 'swamp of oblivion' at the sign seems like very welcoming."
Fuzzyfeet looks at his group bantering and gets their attention by shouting.
He looks menacingly at the group.
"I don't really care who wants to own this damn thing but as long as I'm here, I'm the one maneuvering this boat. I'm Fuzzyfeet and I sailed rough seas for a living. Now board the boat landlubbers or else I'll leave you here as food for the large flies!"
Cinder wrapped a arm around Sylrea's waist and pulled her closer and nods looking up at her. "Fine, because you asked I will spare them a ass whopping." Cinder then watched as the others changed the boat back and forth till big Hairy showed up and started shouting at them to get on and he will pilot the boat. "You heard Fuzzy-Wuzzy, get on my boat! Cabin is mine and Joan's!"