In the distance, a seagull's call is cut short by it passing too close to a particuraly stealthy shark.
Arassuil and Bret
The cleric and the ranger pick up their things and begin trekking towards the city.
They soon come across a small palisade, and a wooden gate swung open, there are some people that seem to be guards standing around, but pay neither traveler much attention.
There are some small building along the water's edge with small docks, and larger buildings farther into the city.
Spencer
The paladin makes his way over to the counter, watching the couple at the table.
He's not sure, but he almost thinks he saw the elf wink at him, but he certainly saw the dwarf elbowing her in the ribs afterwards, which was either unfelt or ignored.
The bartender looks up from the counter.
"A room's half a gold a night, best price in town, I assure you."
Spencer notices one of the robed guys staring vacantly at him.
The other one speaks up. "Don't mind him, he does that when he's drunk... Or sober, for that matter.
He glances over the paladin's clothing.
"Say, you wouldn't happen to be from up north, would you?"
Garenth and Robin
Orcfodder raises his hand, and a brilliant flash of light erupts from his fingertips.
It seems to catch their attention, as they start sailing closer.
Joe
Joe prepares to deliver the mother of all headbutts to his adversary, but right before he could come within range, a shout come from abovedeck.
"Wesley! Stop what you're doing and don't make a sound, and don't let that idiot say anything, either, we're about to have company."
A tarp is dragged over the grate, sending the room into almost pitch black darkness.
Joe can still see the man drawing a compact crossbow out from behind his back, however.
"Alright, Orc, here's how this'll go down. Either you be a good boy and don't make a peep, or I'll shoot you in the fucking face, got it?"
This entire update was written on my phone.
The things I do for you people.
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