"Excelent!" Dahme'dre exclaims, "Wonderful!" She listens, "Beautiful!" She admires, "How soon can we reach Everywhere?" She asks.

 "Does the ship require any magical ability to pilot?" She wonders with eyes sparkling with excitement.

Thuluku mulls the question over, “Everywhere, huh? The gnome never said where he wanted to go. Figures though, he seems like he’d want to get around.” She does some mental math, “About a week, give or take a couple of days. As for the ship, yeah, she links to one’s personal magic. Everyone can technically move her, but it takes magical prowess to fly her.”

(Did I not say where I needed to go? Whoops...)

"Ahuhu, how marvelous!" Ashe remarks from the tour, assuming she was one of the two being led around. "Magical prowess you say? Interesting. Interesting! Think you might let one of us take the helm for a minute or two one of these days? I've always been curious about how it works. With your guiding hand, I am sure it would be an amazing experience."

Thuluku shrugs, “I’m sure that we could work something out. I wouldn’t mind a break now and again.” Thuluku looks over her ship, “So, why do you all need to get to Everywhere. Duck says you’re in a bit of a bind.”

 "It's true." Dahme'dre answers "We can give you all the details," she says, "if you are quite certain you want them." 

And truly she will, though she doesnt jump at the opportunity to drag someone more into the mess.

If she wishes to know too much:

Alijurn walks over to a huddle of crewmembers. "While the ladies have their fun." A quick salute is given. "Alij.." He stops mid word. Right, low profile. "Alidj Aliababoon at your service. My patrons are currently talking with your captain about the finer details of our trip. I am sure your superior will give you more information at a later moment. In the meanwhile i must say, what a treasure of a ship this is. Looks like quite the vessel, although I am not really sure about these kinds of things." If dragons could sweat a large drop would be forming on Alijurns forehead at this moment. The whole staying unsuspected business and all.  

(Jk.)

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Alijurn walks over to a huddle of crewmembers. "While the ladies have their fun." A quick salute is given. "Alij.." He stops mid word. Right, low profile. "Alidj Aliababoon at your service. My patrons are currently talking with your captain about the finer details of our trip. I am sure your superior will give you more information at a later moment. In the meanwhile i must say, what a treasure of a ship this is. Looks like quite the vessel, although I am not really sure about these kinds of things." If dragons could sweat a large drop would be forming on Alijurns forehead at this moment. The whole staying unsuspected business and all.  

 The table of crew members looks you over, they seem like a mix of tritons and what looks to be a form of blue, aquatic elves. One of the tritons, a large grouper-like one, speaks up, “Oi, dragon man, we gots a question for ya.”

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 "It's true." Dahme'dre answers "We can give you all the details," she says, "if you are quite certain you want them." 

And truly she will, though she doesnt jump at the opportunity to drag someone more into the mess.

If she wishes to know too much:

 "We're trying to track down an organisation of assassins," she says, "and haste is important as these sorts tend to scatter at the drop of a hat. We'd like to get to the bottom of this and find out who sent them. Unfortunately the local authorities have proven to be... A bit incapable."  

 Thuluku rests her arm and chin on the wheel, “Huh. No kidding. Yeah, been there. One time, I remember, I was hunting down a cult in one of the trenches of my home plane. Sahaguin, horribly malformed monstrosities, weirdly obsessed with sharks. One had me pinned down, and the other was about to drive a spear into my chest, and bang, instant chum. Never saw it coming.” She sighs, “Good times, good times.”

Dahme'dre holds a beat trying to parse the context of that statement. "Chum" on the land is a friend. "Chum" on a boat is a spray of fish guts... (Insight: (1)20) ... She smiles and nods.

(Did she take the details, or the wiser, rather not know?)

Yeah, you get the feeling with the explosion sound effects, that she was definitely going for the messier meaning.

(Wick would like to get on the good side of the crew, please.)

The forest gnome sets out his pack in his (what I can only assume are) spacious new digs. He then takes his old partner, the ukulute, and turns through the deck playing "Tinker, Tanner". Not loudly or lewdly enough to distract the sailors from their work, but enough to win a bit of affection, with any luck. 

That moonshine molasses from the crazy old rock gnome has put a little sway in his step, but it takes more than that to betray wick's fingers.

Performance: 27

(...okay, maybe he's performed better on occasion. That stuff is stronger than he thought...)

You deliver a perfect(ly average) performance! The crew is definitely at least enjoying the music to break up the daily routine. Some hum along, while others get the lyrics terribly wrong.

(what was in that jug?!)

No idea. However, that gnome is just chugging it.

Alijrun shrugs.

"Oh yeah? Well. I guess I could answer a few questions." 

He stops by the table with an arm ready to draw his mace if need be. He makes the vigilance noticable this time around.

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Alijrun shrugs.

"Oh yeah? Well. I guess I could answer a few questions." 

He stops by the table with an arm ready to draw his mace if need be. He makes the vigilance noticable this time around.

 The grouper leans forward, “Great, so me and my compatriots here were wondering... how do you dragonfolk breed? Ya lay eggs? Live young? Do they grow out of scales or something? My bet was the scales.”

(Wick is loving this)

Alijurn raises his brows and rests a little easier.

"Sorry to lose you the bet. But i was hatched from an egg just like my father and mother were before me. We're not like all like lizards though, blood runs warm through these veins." He gestures to his arm.

"An answer for an answer? What is the business of your crew and ship? Trade? Or are you mercenaries?"