'Knowing better than to speak up about things she doesn't understand, Kay looks at the door for a few moments after Drannick leaves. She looks puzzled and a bit sad for him, knowing that feeling of all the world being against you all too well. When the captain interrupts the lingering silence, Kay listens to him pensively. She waits a few moments longer, then helps herself to half a plate of food and a full mug of beer more as First Mate E'strue speaks with Virt.'
'Even as the buzz of conversation resumes in the room, a mild sense of unease continues to hang in the air. As the meal begins to come to an end, Captain Aundrey winks knowingly at E'strue, before he turns to smile at the unobtrusive Kay, Vaken and Una...then also looks across his three newest officers with a respectful nod to each, before saying to all six crew members,'
"You DO amaze me, you six, I must say. The first time I meet you all, most of you were soon standing toe-to-toe with an armed band of thugs, while you Vaken were cooking my dinner. The very next day you're all either taking on a horde of undead to protect your new shipmates, or fighting beside me and E'strue here against deadly bloodhawks. Some might call this an inauspicious beginning to a relationship, but not me.
Even more intriguingly, while you all seem to share some bond or form of comradery at least, for the most part, you all have different responses when placed in positions of authority or in the midst of a conflict. A'ro and Virt here, while considered in their own differing approaches, seem to choose more or less the direct resolution method, taking a problem on head-first. While our big cook Vaken and you, young Kay, seem discomforted by being put into tense situations, prefering to avoid centre stage where at all possible... a centre stage, which coincidently enough, seems to be what good Kestrell here craves the most... and where perhaps he shines the brightest. And then, of course, we have you my dear Una, though I must admit to having deduced the least about you... your exemplary fighting skills aside, of course. A situation of ignorance that I hope to remedy in due course."
'While Unne seems disinterested in this latest torrent of words, busily using a bread crust to scoop out the last of the remaining gravy, the halfling quarter master is giving the captain an appraising stare at his apparently nuanced evaluation of the others within the room. E'strue is giving Aundrey a thin but undisguised smile, looking like nothing so much as a proud teacher or mentor. The captain continues,'
"Please don't consider any of what I have said a criticism, for it surely is not. Likewise, please don't think me arrogant in my assumptions, or presumptuous in that it seems like I'm pretending to know you well after such a brief acquaintance. What I have just given is my initial impression only, and I dearly hope to get to know you all much better in the days, weeks and months ahead. If you'll pardon my blathering, I guess that what I am saying is that I already feel like I can trust in your integrity and capability, which is a priceless thing for a captain to be able to say to members of his crew.
As such, while I am sure that you could be useful aboard ship tomorrow, I would ask you six to instead attend a matter on my behalf, as early as possible, though please feel free to exploe the town somewhat as you go. After all, we also have the matter of our crew shortage to consider. On this task, there is a local apothecary called Naskeen who lives in the woods on a nearby bluff, a mere two hour's walk to the South of Rumbottom. This vendor has a... package for me, something I requested some days ago. I have recieved word that my order is now ready for collection... though apparently the apothecary has a request in addition to our agreed upon price in coin. As this... object is something that I dearly desire to have, it is my wish that you six go and collect it, doing what you reasonably and rightly must on my behalf to acquire it... intact and undamaged. You will then return it to me... discreetly. If you should have any further questions regarding this task, you may ask the first mate here, as she placed the original order with the apothecary for me.
'Captain Aundrey smiles at you all before finishing his glass of wine, one of the few officers at the table to have drunk the grape derivative over beer and ale. With a tired sigh, and a nod of farewell at each of you, the captain then stands and says,'
"My friends and fellows, as our meal and meeting is all but at an end, and we all have much to do in the days to come as we prepare for our maiden voyage, I think it best that we retire, each to his or her own berth. I look forward to seeing each of you tomorrow afternoon or evening, as the case may be. Till then, fare you all well!"
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A’ro nodded as the captain spoke his words, maybe the captain wasn’t as wet under the ears as he though. He also realized he may have been brash in assuming that the First Mate would harm this man. He stood up and raised his glass and looked at the other officers and crew down with them “Thank you Sir, a toast to our Capt’in mates, may the winds ever blow in yours and Shore Sharks favor. Have a good night Sir."
He then walked over to the First Mate “Excuse me ma’am. Can we talk in private for a second.”
A’ro nodded as the captain spoke his words, maybe the captain wasn’t as wet under the ears as he though. He also realized he may have been brash in assuming that the First Mate would harm this man. He stood up and raised his glass and looked at the other officers and crew down with them “Thank you Sir, a toast to our Capt’in mates, may the winds ever blow in yours and Shore Sharks favor. Have a good night Sir."
He then walked over to the First Mate “Excuse me ma’am. Can we talk in private for a second.”
'As Captain Aundrey bids you all good night, and A'ro raises his glass in a toast to the good captain, everyone present seems to murmer agreement, those with drinks raising them in concert along with the master of sails, though the now apparently sated Unne shouts above the *clanking* of mugs and tankards,'
"For the SHARK! For the CAPTAIN! And a watery grave for our FOES!"
With askew glances at the still fired up Northman, the rest of the officers and assembled crew begin to file from the room to their hammocks, sleeping pallets or other rendevous, though first mate E'strue lingers somewhat to the rear, watching everyone else leave the room first.
When A'ro walks over to her with his request for a private audience, the prime officer merely looks around at the fast emptying room, smiling at the genasi as she sits back down in her seat, reaching across to grab one of the untouched glasses of wine atop the table. Cocking an inquiring eyebrow at the blue sorcerer, E'strue casually says,'
"Well of course, Mr. A'ro. Though perhaps we should wait fer the door to shut. Don't know if'n ye noticed, but it can get a bit drafty in here, it can."
[OOC] perception check for A'ro. If you get a score of 10 or more, read the spoiler:
'Despite her friendly tone and casual manner, you notice that the first mate angle's her chair so that her back is facing the aft-cabin wall. Additionally, you note that while the fore-finger of the mate's left hand is rubbing the rim of her wine glass, E'strue's right hand is out-of-sight, resting somewhere below the top of the table.'
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A’ro just smirked a little at the quip “Yes ma’am it can.”
He sat across from her and just waited for the door to shut, noting where her hand was. ‘Must be an instinctual thing’ he thought to himself noting her behavior. He grabbed his glass of ale and sat across from her, positioning his back to the door. Her body language dictated someone who was trying to protect and keep herself safe, A’ro wanted to make sure she understood his life was in her hands as he talked to her.
He just stared her in the eyes as he began to talk “I owe you an apology ma’am.” His usual cheerful glance turned into one of a regret. Sorrow hanging in his eyes, it was clear this was an old pain that crept into him. In this moment the First Mate was getting a side of A’ro that few ever saw “I made a quick judgment based on a prior experience in relation to what you were about to do and it wasn’t right. I don’t expect you to forgive me based on words alone ma’am but I did owe you that. I see now that I was wrong in my thinkin’ and for that I am sorry.” With that he just took a sip of his mug.
A’ro just smirked a little at the quip “Yes ma’am it can.”
He sat across from her and just waited for the door to shut, noting where her hand was. ‘Must be an instinctual thing’ he thought to himself noting her behavior. He grabbed his glass of ale and sat across from her, positioning his back to the door. Her body language dictated someone who was trying to protect and keep herself safe, A’ro wanted to make sure she understood his life was in her hands as he talked to her.
He just stared her in the eyes as he began to talk “I owe you an apology ma’am.” His usual cheerful glance turned into one of a regret. Sorrow hanging in his eyes, it was clear this was an old pain that crept into him. In this moment the First Mate was getting a side of A’ro that few ever saw “I made a quick judgment based on a prior experience in relation to what you were about to do and it wasn’t right. I don’t expect you to forgive me based on words alone ma’am but I did owe you that. I see now that I was wrong in my thinkin’ and for that I am sorry.” With that he just took a sip of his mug.
'As the master of sail finishes his admission and takes a sip from his own mug, the first mate just watches the man, thoughtfully sipping from the acquired glass of wine, though the fairly observant A'ro notices a slight grimace from the stout woman as she does so. The moment of quiet contemplation between the two ships officers streches on for several moments, though not to a point of discomfort, before E'strue finally says in a quiet conciliatory tone,'
"Perhaps ye did, master of sail. Perhaps ye did. But if'n ye did owe me such, well ye surely just paid yer due, by my own reckonin' at least. Besides, I always did prefer men who prepared fer the worst, without always actin' the doomsayer or thoughtlessly drawin' steel. Ye may have misjudged, true... but I don't think yer reasons were misguided... 'least I'm hopn' such is the case."
'Despite her clear distaste for the beverage, E'strue knocks back the rest of the wine, before standing with a yawn, the back of the officer's left hand rising to cover her mouth... while her previously unseen right hand holsters a light crossbow upon her belt. With a hard but (seemingly) sincere smile at the genasi, the first mate concludes before moving to the lounge door,'
"Regardless, be sure that ye and the others called by the captain are about yer task bright and early. And see that ye, and those others, don't disappoint, good A'ro. I have high hopes for ye all, as I know the captain himself does."
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...looked away for a second and back at the man squaring him in the eyes “I’ve seen a mutiny – seen the consequences of one as well. Lost someone like a father to me, and I’ll be DAMNED…” his eyes sparked like a growing storm for a second, before he froze to take a deep breath calming himself “excuse me…I’ll be damned if I let one take another Captain of mine.”
He just stared at the first mate taking note where his stare was “They start when all respect is loss, respect for the chain of command, respect for people, respect of the ship and her mission at sea...” he just looked at all the officers “Respect for the Captains wishes and orders.”
“Anyways, I’ve said my share and made my points heard. Back to this delicious meal and drink amongst friends and fellow Officers.” He said just going back to chewing on some meat and washing it down with Ale.
'Despite the conviction and eloquence of his words, it take's A'ro a few moments to realise that few people in the room are paying him any attention, most of their gazes moving back and forth between the bosun and the real target of his ire... Taking a drink of his ale before turning away from the abrassive bosun and back to his meal, the master of sail's expectant fork is greeted by an empty metal plate, though he could have sworn that he'd still had half his meat left.'
“Such enthusiasm, dear Bosun. You’re breadth of knowledge must be very comparable, I am humbled to be with such a trained sailor. Being surrounded by such esteemed sailors really makes me feel safe but also with a sense of pride.” Virt pauses to take a drink of his wine, he looks over at Kay and Vaken and smiles. Those two, welcomed in this small chamber as well. And well deserved. This was a sight for all of them, one that should be honored. “I’m proud to be on the Shore Shark, to train with this great compliment of officers,” he nods his head towards the three senior sailors, “and crew. To be given a chance, would make me da’ proud it would. Being raised by gnomes on this sea you learn a thing or two. One, they make damned fine sailors. And two, old predjudices are like fire the hold. Let them burn too long and you’ll find your self sinking. So, if I may be so forward as your eyes have been since you’ve walked into this room...what’s the problem, Bosun? Let’s get it out there so we can ALL move past this and make this initial voyage a successful one.”
Virt stares back at the Bosun. This time his eyes aren’t gentle or seemingly dazed. They are squinted slightly and unblinking. He takes a small draw of a breath and slowly breathes it out his lips. His heart was pounding, but this dwarf offended something very near and dear to his heart. He wasn’t going to be stared down on this ship for one moment longer. Virt would not back down, but he wasn’t going to be pushed around either. By hands or by words.
He steals a glance at the three senior sailors, hoping they’re paying attention. If the Captain was right about them they’d be officers one day. Maybe on the Shore Shark, maybe on a ship of their own. They need to learn the game now, before it takes them and maroons them at some unknown port.
'The Captain, throwing a dissapointed look at Drannick, is in the process of standing to speak when he stops suddenly, as though thinking better of it, and sits back down to quietly watch the exchange between his two officers. Following E'strue and Virt's words, all eyes swing towards the Bosun, who, looking around the room, seems to realise that there are few friendly looks and no nods of agreement being cast his way. Indeed, when the watching eyes shift back and forth between the two officers, it is in Virt's direction that the sympathy is clearly being directed.
Rolling his grey block-like head as though to ease a sudden tension in his stiff neck... or like a beast about to charge, Drannick puffs out his chest as though to speak, but then pauses and looks once again to the watching captain and first mate. Something like consideration pasess like a cloud across the dwarf's face, and again his eyes flick about the table, briefly meeting the unsympathetic stares of those assembled and for a moment Virt thinks that despite his stubborn streak, that Drannick will cede to the tide... But then the bousn pushes up and forward anyway, incidentally sending his chair backwards to bounce of the wall, both caloused hands coming down to *SLAM* onto the table,'
"Oh aye, I can SEE yer faces clear enough, an' I know them looks. But by Umberlee's barnacled bossum, I'll be DAMNED if I don't say me piece now, while I've still got the chance to save ye fools from yerselves! Aye, ye may think me hateful fer me next words, or daft fer holdin' to me views, but i'll tell ye all this now, right here in this room, with the wrathful ***** Queen herself as me witness... yer doomin' us ALL!
I ain't got nuthin' 'gainst no gnome that ever walked the soil who didn't wrong me, that's the shoal hard truth! But every sailor that's e'er sailed these waters KNOWS that to bring one 'board is MADNESS! And to bring one 'board who wants ta mess with this beautiful craft, our new mistress, this wonderful vessel that'll be our VERY lifeline out there amongst the cold waves and bloodthirsty pirates!
MAYBE yer right, Virt, MAYBE ye all are. MAYBE it IS time to put old superstitions aside and to hope, any to PRAY, that the gods agree... but I'm doubtin' it. And I tell ye this fer free - many of 'em out there'll be doubtin' it too!
'Without another word, the bosun turns from the table and storms from the room. Looking around the still silent room, Virt's eyes meet those of the captain, first mate and other assembled officers, and the ships mage sees no animosity or condemnation there, only looks of support and nods of agreement. At the bosun's departure, the tension quickly dissipates, the returning calm further ushered in by the captains next words,'
"My apologies, ships mage Virt. While clearly upset at the decision relayed to him before this meeting regarding the taking aboard of goodman Yentil as carpenter, bosun Drannick had no right to speak to you that way. First Mate E'strue and I will communicate as much to him after this meal, though I would not have Vaken's great work go to waste by not finishing that which we have started."
'First Mate E'strue nods and adds,'
"Aye, my apologies also, Virt. I thought that we'd reached some kind of understandin' with Drannick on the matter. When he'd first dug his heels in, we argued back'n'forth until we'd reached compromise that Yentil wouldn't be made an officer until after our first voyage, if'n he proved himself worthy that is. That's why ye will see Yentil's name on the Charter among the deckhands and runners, rather than 'mong the officers. Yentil himself agreed, also agreein' to be placed on Drannick's own crew complement, so that that block-headed bosun could keep an eye on him. Yentil was most accomodatin', in fact. It would appear that even these concessions were not enough and that the dwarves superstitions were just too great to overcome with reason... though we can hope that he'll come around.
Ye spoke well, by the way, fer yer friend and fer yerself. But I guess ye can tell that by the fact that Drannick left and we're all sittin' here friendly like with yerself."
[OOC] Everyone can make perception checks and look at the relevant spoiler boxes if you roll sufficient scores:
DC 15:
'As Captain Aundrey goes to stand to perhaps admonish the bosun for his rudeness, you note a subtle shake of E'strues head and left hand is enough to give the captain pause and eventually send him back to his seat. You also note that the first mate's right hand rests on the hilt of one of her daggers throughout the entire exchange.'
DC 20:
'While there were no condeming stares sent Virt's way, the weapons master Unne seemed to nod ever so slightly, perhaps in admiration at the dwarf's convictions, as Drannick stormed from the room. As the dwarf leaves the room, you also catch a barely audible whisper from E'strue, seemingly directed towards Drannick,'
"Don't go too far now..."
The exchange went how he envisioned. Be smarter than the rest, they will test you. He could hear his uncles words in his ear.The bosun blowing up and the crew seemingly siding with Virtoris made him feel satisfied that he made the right choice of confronting the problem. This was actually out of his comfort zone, Virt would rather have his nose in his book then confront a scary dwarf.
There was no real argument he made that he didn't stand behind. His father said he would meet people like this, and that they may even reject me because of where I came from. It isn't easy being blue, but a gnome on a ship was another matter. Master Yentil was a part of the crew now, thanks to the Captain for taking a chance. The bosun though, he was going to have to take some time to cool off. His mind will change, and maybe at the end of the day, they could become friends. The shared adventure of surviving raiding pirate ships could do that.
Virt didn't hate the man, didn't even dislike him. He disliked his views, but he was impassioned. There was a lot to learn from an ol salty dog with that kind of passion. Regardless of the circumstances of this evening, Virtoris knew that the right decision was made.
As the Captain and First Mate were speaking Virt sat back in his chair and listened. He nodded his head when the Captain was apologizing and added, "No apologies needed, but thank ye, Captain. I agree in civilized conversation we should have a certain decor, please go easy on him, though. He just has a belief system that neither of us has. It must be hard for him, and frankly, he is probably worried about every soul on this ship. His heart is in the right place, even if his head is not."
Then the First Mate started speaking, and her words flowed like honey. Yet they felt like salt in a wound. The prejudice was still there. The Master of Sails, he was an officer. His first tour. The Master of Wind, he was an officer. His first tour. The Ship's Mage, Virt himself, was an officer. His first tour. But because Yentil was a gnome, he was denied the ranking because of his race. Virtoris would stand by the Captain's decision, and that this is a halfway point is a good start. But still, it wasn't fair.
"He's a good one, just wants to take care of 'is kids and give them a better life. Thank you for your kind words, First Mate. I, for one, will be happy when this matter is behind us and Master Yentil is having supper with ALL of us at this table." Virt wells up with pride when she compliments him for speaking well for himself and for Yentil. "And I'd speak the same for any good folk. Sometimes, friends need allies to stand tall for them when they can not alone. Thank you both for your understanding."
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
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'Knowing better than to speak up about things she doesn't understand, Kay looks at the door for a few moments after Drannick leaves. She looks puzzled and a bit sad for him, knowing that feeling of all the world being against you all too well. When the captain interrupts the lingering silence, Kay listens to him pensively. She waits a few moments longer, then helps herself to half a plate of food and a full mug of beer more as First Mate E'strue speaks with Virt.'
'Even as the buzz of conversation resumes in the room, a mild sense of unease continues to hang in the air. As the meal begins to come to an end, Captain Aundrey winks knowingly at E'strue, before he turns to smile at the unobtrusive Kay, Vaken and Una...then also looks across his three newest officers with a respectful nod to each, before saying to all six crew members,'
"You DO amaze me, you six, I must say. The first time I meet you all, most of you were soon standing toe-to-toe with an armed band of thugs, while you Vaken were cooking my dinner. The very next day you're all either taking on a horde of undead to protect your new shipmates, or fighting beside me and E'strue here against deadly bloodhawks. Some might call this an inauspicious beginning to a relationship, but not me.
Even more intriguingly, while you all seem to share some bond or form of comradery at least, for the most part, you all have different responses when placed in positions of authority or in the midst of a conflict. A'ro and Virt here, while considered in their own differing approaches, seem to choose more or less the direct resolution method, taking a problem on head-first. While our big cook Vaken and you, young Kay, seem discomforted by being put into tense situations, prefering to avoid centre stage where at all possible... a centre stage, which coincidently enough, seems to be what good Kestrell here craves the most... and where perhaps he shines the brightest. And then, of course, we have you my dear Una, though I must admit to having deduced the least about you... your exemplary fighting skills aside, of course. A situation of ignorance that I hope to remedy in due course."
'While Unne seems disinterested in this latest torrent of words, busily using a bread crust to scoop out the last of the remaining gravy, the halfling quarter master is giving the captain an appraising stare at his apparently nuanced evaluation of the others within the room. E'strue is giving Aundrey a thin but undisguised smile, looking like nothing so much as a proud teacher or mentor. The captain continues,'
"Please don't consider any of what I have said a criticism, for it surely is not. Likewise, please don't think me arrogant in my assumptions, or presumptuous in that it seems like I'm pretending to know you well after such a brief acquaintance. What I have just given is my initial impression only, and I dearly hope to get to know you all much better in the days, weeks and months ahead. If you'll pardon my blathering, I guess that what I am saying is that I already feel like I can trust in your integrity and capability, which is a priceless thing for a captain to be able to say to members of his crew.
As such, while I am sure that you could be useful aboard ship tomorrow, I would ask you six to instead attend a matter on my behalf, as early as possible, though please feel free to exploe the town somewhat as you go. After all, we also have the matter of our crew shortage to consider. On this task, there is a local apothecary called Naskeen who lives in the woods on a nearby bluff, a mere two hour's walk to the South of Rumbottom. This vendor has a... package for me, something I requested some days ago. I have recieved word that my order is now ready for collection... though apparently the apothecary has a request in addition to our agreed upon price in coin. As this... object is something that I dearly desire to have, it is my wish that you six go and collect it, doing what you reasonably and rightly must on my behalf to acquire it... intact and undamaged. You will then return it to me... discreetly. If you should have any further questions regarding this task, you may ask the first mate here, as she placed the original order with the apothecary for me.
'Captain Aundrey smiles at you all before finishing his glass of wine, one of the few officers at the table to have drunk the grape derivative over beer and ale. With a tired sigh, and a nod of farewell at each of you, the captain then stands and says,'
"My friends and fellows, as our meal and meeting is all but at an end, and we all have much to do in the days to come as we prepare for our maiden voyage, I think it best that we retire, each to his or her own berth. I look forward to seeing each of you tomorrow afternoon or evening, as the case may be. Till then, fare you all well!"
"Aye, aye, Captain," Virt responds to the Captain's words. He then looks at the six members of his party in the room. "Bright and early, when the sun rises we will leave from the docks. The sooner we do this task, the sooner we can get back to the Shore Shark and finish our duties."
After the Captain bows out Virt will stand up and ask of the three senior sailors, "Una, Kay, Vaken. Would you walk out with me, I wish to discuss some things with you three."
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
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'Kay is looks uncomfortable during the entire exchange of words, and even more so when the captain calls her out on her distaste for being in the spotlight. But when she is dismissed her mind turns to the hope that she may yet spend the night with the lovely Lorana, and speeds to the door to leave, grinning ear to ear as her hand reaches to open the door. When she hears the ship's mage call her name she flinches, her shoulders raising, and turns toward him.' "I... uh... of course, Master Virtoris"
'Kay exits first, holding the door for Virt and the others as they exit.'
'As Kestrell walks with the rest of the crew to the Shared Officers Quarters, he can't hold back any longer and says:'
"So, the Captain and Pilot had been at sea for about two weeks. They were both on duty one morning, and were watching the ocean. All of the sudden a hand appeared, bobbing in the sea in front of them."
"The Pilot shouted, and said 'Oh no! What is that?!? Is someone drowning?'"
"The Captain replied: 'Do not worry, it is just a little wave..'"
'Kestrell laughs at his own joke, all the way to his quarters.'
"Don't worry fellow ship-mates, I'll be here all night!"
'With that, Kestrell crawls into bed and bids everyone a good night."
"...The Captain replied: 'Do not worry, it is just a little wave..'"
'Kestrell laughs at his own joke, all the way to his quarters.'
"Don't worry fellow ship-mates, I'll be here all night!"
'With that, Kestrell crawls into bed and bids everyone a good night."
'Weapons master Unne and quarter master Daegrin leave the officers lounge and walk with navigator Kestrell towards their shared cabin. Upon Kestrell telling his joke, Deagrin appears to wince, letting out a slight *groan* as he enters the officers quarters, while the seemingly puzzled Unne pauses, looking at Kestrell as he makes a small 'waving' motion with his hook-hand. After a number of long seconds had streched by between the confused Northman and the patiently waiting bard, Unne merely shrugged his massive shoulders and followed the halfling towards his waiting berth.'
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A’ro just listened as she spoke and nodded when she made it to the lounge door. He just stood up and smiled “Have a good night ma’am.” With that he just filled his mug again as Kestrell cracked his joke, his head just looked down as he shook – a small smile forming ‘What a ****in’ lot we are. Bunch O’ misfits and miscreants.’
He walked up to the deck, so lost in his thoughts that he never heard Virt call for the three “See you lot up on the deck.” He shouted as he exited, enjoying the night air against his skin. He began to move over to the railing and looked up at the moon and the reflection it had off the water.
“No one said it would be easy, isn’t that right. I wonder if you had this much tension with your lot.” He just dumps a little of the ale into the water “A drink for you…” he then takes a sip himself “A drink for me.”
"He's a good one, just wants to take care of 'is kids and give them a better life. Thank you for your kind words, First Mate. I, for one, will be happy when this matter is behind us and Master Yentil is having supper with ALL of us at this table." Virt wells up with pride when she compliments him for speaking well for himself and for Yentil. "And I'd speak the same for any good folk. Sometimes, friends need allies to stand tall for them when they can not alone. Thank you both for your understanding."
'First mate E'strue had nodded in agreement, saying,'
"Well, we'll just have to see 'bout that. Yentil's already stowin' his gear , an' if'n the good gnome does what he says he can, then he'll get his due, same as ALL. He'll have a chance tomorrow ta show his skills, seein' as the captain has asked him to oversee the final repairs to the Shark.
As i'm sure ye can appreciate, 'specially after all of that... unfortunate business with the bosun, many sailors can be a might iffy 'bout buckin' traditions or ignorin' what wiser folk might deem good-fer-nothin' hokem-pokem nonsense.
Be that as it may, an' I'm sure the good captain would agree with me, tis always a good idea to stand fer those who stand with ye. Like yer fellow crewmates fer example. Allies, as ye say. Standin' fer others... well, that's a trickier business. Best dealt with on a 'case-by-case' basis, some would say, seein' as "good folk" ain't always easy ta identify, nor the opposite..."
"Aye, aye, Captain," Virt responds to the Captain's words. He then looks at the six members of his party in the room. "Bright and early, when the sun rises we will leave from the docks. The sooner we do this task, the sooner we can get back to the Shore Shark and finish our duties."
'Captain Aundrey had merely nodded at Virt's remark, seeming pleased that the ships mage understood the import and pressing nature of the ship master's command.'
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'Kay is looks uncomfortable during the entire exchange of words, and even more so when the captain calls her out on her distaste for being in the spotlight. But when she is dismissed her mind turns to the hope that she may yet spend the night with the lovely Lorana, and speeds to the door to leave, grinning ear to ear as her hand reaches to open the door. When she hears the ship's mage call her name she flinches, her shoulders raising, and turns toward him.' "I... uh... of course, Master Virtoris"
'Kay exits first, holding the door for Virt and the others as they exit.'
Vaken rises and follows the rest out wondering what Virt could want but eager to get to know the man better.
Virtoris will nod to the woman holding the door open for him and walks out on to the deck. He’ll lean up against a mast and look out at the sea, wind slightly blowing his robes. He takes a deep breath of the fresh air, salty yet pure.
“I won’t take up too much of your time, friends,” Virt starts by saying to them, “I just wanted to formerly introduce meself and possibly get to know ye.” He turns toward the group as they all start coming out and greets them all with a large smile.
”Names Virtoris the Blue, friends and family call me Virt. On this ship, let’s keep it formal for the Captain and the other officers and Master Virt would be fine. Formally and all...” his words trail off before he continues, “I’m really glad you three will be with us tomorrow. Captain made the right choice, I’d say.”
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
"Nice to meeting you Master Virt"Vaken says. He has this look like he's going to say more but doesn't. After a few moments, Vaken steps away from Virt feeling really awkward.
"Nice to meeting you Master Virt"Vaken says. He has this look like he's going to say more but doesn't. After a few moments, Vaken steps away from Virt feeling really awkward.
'Kestrell shouts from out of the door to the shared Officers Quarters:'
"What are you guys still doing up? We've got a big day tomorrow. Time to go to bed."
”Soon, Master Kestrell. I need to have a few words with these fine sailors. You’re welcome to join us, I’d actually prefer it if you did.”
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
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After the Captain bows out Virt will stand up and ask of the three senior sailors, "Una, Kay, Vaken. Would you walk out with me, I wish to discuss some things with you three."
'An apparently intrigued Una nods and follows the others, though the martial-artist stands to the back of group, watching and listening, her wrapped forearms folded across her chest.'
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'Kay watches Vaken shift awkwardly and, feeling sympathetic for the big fellow tries to step in.' "Well Master Virtoris... I think for some of us this is all quite a lot to take in... For my part, this will be only the second vessel I've ever sailed upon, and, bein' honest the first time I'll have ever sailed as crew. Beyond m'own relative inexperience, the growin' tension between Bosun Drannick and the rest of the officers wont be easily hid, livin' in such close quarters n'such. Speakin' personaly, for m'self alone, I'm not comfortable in situations such as what happened o'er dinner, though a'course it's not much my business and I'll be doin' as told and so on."
'Now, Kay steps back awkwardly, wringing her hands and thinking about her potential late night rendezvous.'"But, apologies, y'asked for a formal introduction. M'name is Kaitlyn Stillwater, my mother called me Kay and such is how most'll refer to me and that's quite fine. M'silent friend here's called Unawalyn, and whereas m'only dangerous with my blades, she seems quite capable with her fists and feet alone."'She grabs Una by both shoulders, pushing her slightly toward Virt as she introduces her.' "The big fella here who y've met but ne'er gave his name is called Vaken. M'sure y'remember his cookin' from the Prancing Pirate, an' not a one of us'll forget tonight's meal soon I'd guess."
'Kay bites her lip thoughtfully.' "Not seein' how it's any of m'business so forgive an ignorant street urchin for askin'... but what was all that about anyhow? Is it said that gnomes're bad luck out on the water? M'not one for superstition m'self, don't even have gods I call on for aid, but t'me it seems a man can do a job needs doin' should have it... er... Master Virtoris... sir."
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'Even as the buzz of conversation resumes in the room, a mild sense of unease continues to hang in the air. As the meal begins to come to an end, Captain Aundrey winks knowingly at E'strue, before he turns to smile at the unobtrusive Kay, Vaken and Una...then also looks across his three newest officers with a respectful nod to each, before saying to all six crew members,'
"You DO amaze me, you six, I must say. The first time I meet you all, most of you were soon standing toe-to-toe with an armed band of thugs, while you Vaken were cooking my dinner. The very next day you're all either taking on a horde of undead to protect your new shipmates, or fighting beside me and E'strue here against deadly bloodhawks. Some might call this an inauspicious beginning to a relationship, but not me.
Even more intriguingly, while you all seem to share some bond or form of comradery at least, for the most part, you all have different responses when placed in positions of authority or in the midst of a conflict. A'ro and Virt here, while considered in their own differing approaches, seem to choose more or less the direct resolution method, taking a problem on head-first. While our big cook Vaken and you, young Kay, seem discomforted by being put into tense situations, prefering to avoid centre stage where at all possible... a centre stage, which coincidently enough, seems to be what good Kestrell here craves the most... and where perhaps he shines the brightest. And then, of course, we have you my dear Una, though I must admit to having deduced the least about you... your exemplary fighting skills aside, of course. A situation of ignorance that I hope to remedy in due course."
'While Unne seems disinterested in this latest torrent of words, busily using a bread crust to scoop out the last of the remaining gravy, the halfling quarter master is giving the captain an appraising stare at his apparently nuanced evaluation of the others within the room. E'strue is giving Aundrey a thin but undisguised smile, looking like nothing so much as a proud teacher or mentor. The captain continues,'
"Please don't consider any of what I have said a criticism, for it surely is not. Likewise, please don't think me arrogant in my assumptions, or presumptuous in that it seems like I'm pretending to know you well after such a brief acquaintance. What I have just given is my initial impression only, and I dearly hope to get to know you all much better in the days, weeks and months ahead. If you'll pardon my blathering, I guess that what I am saying is that I already feel like I can trust in your integrity and capability, which is a priceless thing for a captain to be able to say to members of his crew.
As such, while I am sure that you could be useful aboard ship tomorrow, I would ask you six to instead attend a matter on my behalf, as early as possible, though please feel free to exploe the town somewhat as you go. After all, we also have the matter of our crew shortage to consider. On this task, there is a local apothecary called Naskeen who lives in the woods on a nearby bluff, a mere two hour's walk to the South of Rumbottom. This vendor has a... package for me, something I requested some days ago. I have recieved word that my order is now ready for collection... though apparently the apothecary has a request in addition to our agreed upon price in coin. As this... object is something that I dearly desire to have, it is my wish that you six go and collect it, doing what you reasonably and rightly must on my behalf to acquire it... intact and undamaged. You will then return it to me... discreetly. If you should have any further questions regarding this task, you may ask the first mate here, as she placed the original order with the apothecary for me.
'Captain Aundrey smiles at you all before finishing his glass of wine, one of the few officers at the table to have drunk the grape derivative over beer and ale. With a tired sigh, and a nod of farewell at each of you, the captain then stands and says,'
"My friends and fellows, as our meal and meeting is all but at an end, and we all have much to do in the days to come as we prepare for our maiden voyage, I think it best that we retire, each to his or her own berth. I look forward to seeing each of you tomorrow afternoon or evening, as the case may be. Till then, fare you all well!"
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A’ro nodded as the captain spoke his words, maybe the captain wasn’t as wet under the ears as he though. He also realized he may have been brash in assuming that the First Mate would harm this man. He stood up and raised his glass and looked at the other officers and crew down with them “Thank you Sir, a toast to our Capt’in mates, may the winds ever blow in yours and Shore Sharks favor. Have a good night Sir."
He then walked over to the First Mate “Excuse me ma’am. Can we talk in private for a second.”
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'As Captain Aundrey bids you all good night, and A'ro raises his glass in a toast to the good captain, everyone present seems to murmer agreement, those with drinks raising them in concert along with the master of sails, though the now apparently sated Unne shouts above the *clanking* of mugs and tankards,'
"For the SHARK! For the CAPTAIN! And a watery grave for our FOES!"
With askew glances at the still fired up Northman, the rest of the officers and assembled crew begin to file from the room to their hammocks, sleeping pallets or other rendevous, though first mate E'strue lingers somewhat to the rear, watching everyone else leave the room first.
When A'ro walks over to her with his request for a private audience, the prime officer merely looks around at the fast emptying room, smiling at the genasi as she sits back down in her seat, reaching across to grab one of the untouched glasses of wine atop the table. Cocking an inquiring eyebrow at the blue sorcerer, E'strue casually says,'
"Well of course, Mr. A'ro. Though perhaps we should wait fer the door to shut. Don't know if'n ye noticed, but it can get a bit drafty in here, it can."
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'Despite her friendly tone and casual manner, you notice that the first mate angle's her chair so that her back is facing the aft-cabin wall. Additionally, you note that while the fore-finger of the mate's left hand is rubbing the rim of her wine glass, E'strue's right hand is out-of-sight, resting somewhere below the top of the table.'
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A’ro just smirked a little at the quip “Yes ma’am it can.”
He sat across from her and just waited for the door to shut, noting where her hand was. ‘Must be an instinctual thing’ he thought to himself noting her behavior. He grabbed his glass of ale and sat across from her, positioning his back to the door. Her body language dictated someone who was trying to protect and keep herself safe, A’ro wanted to make sure she understood his life was in her hands as he talked to her.
He just stared her in the eyes as he began to talk “I owe you an apology ma’am.” His usual cheerful glance turned into one of a regret. Sorrow hanging in his eyes, it was clear this was an old pain that crept into him. In this moment the First Mate was getting a side of A’ro that few ever saw “I made a quick judgment based on a prior experience in relation to what you were about to do and it wasn’t right. I don’t expect you to forgive me based on words alone ma’am but I did owe you that. I see now that I was wrong in my thinkin’ and for that I am sorry.” With that he just took a sip of his mug.
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'As the master of sail finishes his admission and takes a sip from his own mug, the first mate just watches the man, thoughtfully sipping from the acquired glass of wine, though the fairly observant A'ro notices a slight grimace from the stout woman as she does so. The moment of quiet contemplation between the two ships officers streches on for several moments, though not to a point of discomfort, before E'strue finally says in a quiet conciliatory tone,'
"Perhaps ye did, master of sail. Perhaps ye did. But if'n ye did owe me such, well ye surely just paid yer due, by my own reckonin' at least. Besides, I always did prefer men who prepared fer the worst, without always actin' the doomsayer or thoughtlessly drawin' steel. Ye may have misjudged, true... but I don't think yer reasons were misguided... 'least I'm hopn' such is the case."
'Despite her clear distaste for the beverage, E'strue knocks back the rest of the wine, before standing with a yawn, the back of the officer's left hand rising to cover her mouth... while her previously unseen right hand holsters a light crossbow upon her belt. With a hard but (seemingly) sincere smile at the genasi, the first mate concludes before moving to the lounge door,'
"Regardless, be sure that ye and the others called by the captain are about yer task bright and early. And see that ye, and those others, don't disappoint, good A'ro. I have high hopes for ye all, as I know the captain himself does."
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The exchange went how he envisioned. Be smarter than the rest, they will test you. He could hear his uncles words in his ear. The bosun blowing up and the crew seemingly siding with Virtoris made him feel satisfied that he made the right choice of confronting the problem. This was actually out of his comfort zone, Virt would rather have his nose in his book then confront a scary dwarf.
There was no real argument he made that he didn't stand behind. His father said he would meet people like this, and that they may even reject me because of where I came from. It isn't easy being blue, but a gnome on a ship was another matter. Master Yentil was a part of the crew now, thanks to the Captain for taking a chance. The bosun though, he was going to have to take some time to cool off. His mind will change, and maybe at the end of the day, they could become friends. The shared adventure of surviving raiding pirate ships could do that.
Virt didn't hate the man, didn't even dislike him. He disliked his views, but he was impassioned. There was a lot to learn from an ol salty dog with that kind of passion. Regardless of the circumstances of this evening, Virtoris knew that the right decision was made.
As the Captain and First Mate were speaking Virt sat back in his chair and listened. He nodded his head when the Captain was apologizing and added, "No apologies needed, but thank ye, Captain. I agree in civilized conversation we should have a certain decor, please go easy on him, though. He just has a belief system that neither of us has. It must be hard for him, and frankly, he is probably worried about every soul on this ship. His heart is in the right place, even if his head is not."
Then the First Mate started speaking, and her words flowed like honey. Yet they felt like salt in a wound. The prejudice was still there. The Master of Sails, he was an officer. His first tour. The Master of Wind, he was an officer. His first tour. The Ship's Mage, Virt himself, was an officer. His first tour. But because Yentil was a gnome, he was denied the ranking because of his race. Virtoris would stand by the Captain's decision, and that this is a halfway point is a good start. But still, it wasn't fair.
"He's a good one, just wants to take care of 'is kids and give them a better life. Thank you for your kind words, First Mate. I, for one, will be happy when this matter is behind us and Master Yentil is having supper with ALL of us at this table." Virt wells up with pride when she compliments him for speaking well for himself and for Yentil. "And I'd speak the same for any good folk. Sometimes, friends need allies to stand tall for them when they can not alone. Thank you both for your understanding."
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
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"Aye, aye, Captain," Virt responds to the Captain's words. He then looks at the six members of his party in the room. "Bright and early, when the sun rises we will leave from the docks. The sooner we do this task, the sooner we can get back to the Shore Shark and finish our duties."
After the Captain bows out Virt will stand up and ask of the three senior sailors, "Una, Kay, Vaken. Would you walk out with me, I wish to discuss some things with you three."
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
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'Kay is looks uncomfortable during the entire exchange of words, and even more so when the captain calls her out on her distaste for being in the spotlight. But when she is dismissed her mind turns to the hope that she may yet spend the night with the lovely Lorana, and speeds to the door to leave, grinning ear to ear as her hand reaches to open the door. When she hears the ship's mage call her name she flinches, her shoulders raising, and turns toward him.' "I... uh... of course, Master Virtoris"
'Kay exits first, holding the door for Virt and the others as they exit.'
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'As Kestrell walks with the rest of the crew to the Shared Officers Quarters, he can't hold back any longer and says:'
"So, the Captain and Pilot had been at sea for about two weeks. They were both on duty one morning, and were watching the ocean. All of the sudden a hand appeared, bobbing in the sea in front of them."
"The Pilot shouted, and said 'Oh no! What is that?!? Is someone drowning?'"
"The Captain replied: 'Do not worry, it is just a little wave..'"
'Kestrell laughs at his own joke, all the way to his quarters.'
"Don't worry fellow ship-mates, I'll be here all night!"
'With that, Kestrell crawls into bed and bids everyone a good night."
Vaken rises and follows the rest out wondering what Virt could want but eager to get to know the man better.
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'Weapons master Unne and quarter master Daegrin leave the officers lounge and walk with navigator Kestrell towards their shared cabin. Upon Kestrell telling his joke, Deagrin appears to wince, letting out a slight *groan* as he enters the officers quarters, while the seemingly puzzled Unne pauses, looking at Kestrell as he makes a small 'waving' motion with his hook-hand. After a number of long seconds had streched by between the confused Northman and the patiently waiting bard, Unne merely shrugged his massive shoulders and followed the halfling towards his waiting berth.'
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A’ro just listened as she spoke and nodded when she made it to the lounge door. He just stood up and smiled “Have a good night ma’am.” With that he just filled his mug again as Kestrell cracked his joke, his head just looked down as he shook – a small smile forming ‘What a ****in’ lot we are. Bunch O’ misfits and miscreants.’
He walked up to the deck, so lost in his thoughts that he never heard Virt call for the three “See you lot up on the deck.” He shouted as he exited, enjoying the night air against his skin. He began to move over to the railing and looked up at the moon and the reflection it had off the water.
“No one said it would be easy, isn’t that right. I wonder if you had this much tension with your lot.” He just dumps a little of the ale into the water “A drink for you…” he then takes a sip himself “A drink for me.”
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'First mate E'strue had nodded in agreement, saying,'
"Well, we'll just have to see 'bout that. Yentil's already stowin' his gear , an' if'n the good gnome does what he says he can, then he'll get his due, same as ALL. He'll have a chance tomorrow ta show his skills, seein' as the captain has asked him to oversee the final repairs to the Shark.
As i'm sure ye can appreciate, 'specially after all of that... unfortunate business with the bosun, many sailors can be a might iffy 'bout buckin' traditions or ignorin' what wiser folk might deem good-fer-nothin' hokem-pokem nonsense.
Be that as it may, an' I'm sure the good captain would agree with me, tis always a good idea to stand fer those who stand with ye. Like yer fellow crewmates fer example. Allies, as ye say. Standin' fer others... well, that's a trickier business. Best dealt with on a 'case-by-case' basis, some would say, seein' as "good folk" ain't always easy ta identify, nor the opposite..."
'Captain Aundrey had merely nodded at Virt's remark, seeming pleased that the ships mage understood the import and pressing nature of the ship master's command.'
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Virtoris will nod to the woman holding the door open for him and walks out on to the deck. He’ll lean up against a mast and look out at the sea, wind slightly blowing his robes. He takes a deep breath of the fresh air, salty yet pure.
“I won’t take up too much of your time, friends,” Virt starts by saying to them, “I just wanted to formerly introduce meself and possibly get to know ye.” He turns toward the group as they all start coming out and greets them all with a large smile.
”Names Virtoris the Blue, friends and family call me Virt. On this ship, let’s keep it formal for the Captain and the other officers and Master Virt would be fine. Formally and all...” his words trail off before he continues, “I’m really glad you three will be with us tomorrow. Captain made the right choice, I’d say.”
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
"Nice to meeting you Master Virt" Vaken says. He has this look like he's going to say more but doesn't. After a few moments, Vaken steps away from Virt feeling really awkward.
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'Kestrell shouts from out of the door to the shared Officers Quarters:'
"What are you guys still doing up? We've got a big day tomorrow. Time to go to bed."
“Whats on your your mind, Vaken?”
”Soon, Master Kestrell. I need to have a few words with these fine sailors. You’re welcome to join us, I’d actually prefer it if you did.”
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
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"Alright, alright. But I need my beauty rest."
'Kestrell waves his hand up and down his body':
"All of this doesn't come naturally!"
'An apparently intrigued Una nods and follows the others, though the martial-artist stands to the back of group, watching and listening, her wrapped forearms folded across her chest.'
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'Kay watches Vaken shift awkwardly and, feeling sympathetic for the big fellow tries to step in.' "Well Master Virtoris... I think for some of us this is all quite a lot to take in... For my part, this will be only the second vessel I've ever sailed upon, and, bein' honest the first time I'll have ever sailed as crew. Beyond m'own relative inexperience, the growin' tension between Bosun Drannick and the rest of the officers wont be easily hid, livin' in such close quarters n'such. Speakin' personaly, for m'self alone, I'm not comfortable in situations such as what happened o'er dinner, though a'course it's not much my business and I'll be doin' as told and so on."
'Now, Kay steps back awkwardly, wringing her hands and thinking about her potential late night rendezvous.' "But, apologies, y'asked for a formal introduction. M'name is Kaitlyn Stillwater, my mother called me Kay and such is how most'll refer to me and that's quite fine. M'silent friend here's called Unawalyn, and whereas m'only dangerous with my blades, she seems quite capable with her fists and feet alone." 'She grabs Una by both shoulders, pushing her slightly toward Virt as she introduces her.' "The big fella here who y've met but ne'er gave his name is called Vaken. M'sure y'remember his cookin' from the Prancing Pirate, an' not a one of us'll forget tonight's meal soon I'd guess."
'Kay bites her lip thoughtfully.' "Not seein' how it's any of m'business so forgive an ignorant street urchin for askin'... but what was all that about anyhow? Is it said that gnomes're bad luck out on the water? M'not one for superstition m'self, don't even have gods I call on for aid, but t'me it seems a man can do a job needs doin' should have it... er... Master Virtoris... sir."
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