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[Yoink]

Brogas' head snaps around as he realises he's being addressed. "Oh, another falcon?" He grunts, raising his misshapen brows.
He squints at the bird on his shoulder. "Moonswoop, you should go make friends, maybe then we find something to fight after." He snaps his fingers at the falcon, apparently a command, and the it glides off his shoulder to investigate the other falcon.
Brogas flexes his shoulder a few times, inspects the minor puncture wounds left by the claws, then returns his attention to the goings-on of the tavern, watching all with a wary eye. "Strange lot, this," He mutters to himself, "Have hunting bird. Sure to be trouble, maybe I stick around them..."

[Furtuka]

Furtuka reported his findings to the others

[Haika]

Luci responds to the frogman's comments, "I agree that stickin aboard their ship for the long haul is a bad idea. But if we get these drunk, then we have four less lizards to fight." She sips her drink again. "And on the off chance they don't have a ship in port, we may at least get some information on the state of things in these waters."

Luciana tracks the captain's movements as she walks over to the lizards, "And I agree with the Cap'n, we should try and get a ship tonight before the storms have passed."

[Taricus]

*Icho arrives at the lizardmen soldier's table* "Hey boys, what're up ta?"

[Shootandrun]

Ghenjol returns to the table to listen to Furtuka's report.

"Why not just take the ketch? There's only four fellows defending it, and we're nine. It's a good, fast ship, and we might even get to keep a part of the cargo."

He also looked towards the captain and he prepared his crossbow quietly, just in case.

[Dwarmin]

Yark saw Furtuka come back in. Snakemen-they were technically kin to him, but...Snakemen had an unfair racial bias against them, that they stole eggs from other Lizardfolk. It wasn't true, but...

"Good work Slithery. Your usually alot slower than that."

The little fellow sniggered meanly, then drops his voice to a conspiratorial whisper.

"Cog sounds good. Whose gonna hear barking dogs in all this?"

He hears Ghenjol

"Did you hear him? Godsdamnned Mudmen. Those things are hard to kill. Also-it means they probably have a Wizard or something on board, or at least more of his defense. No thank you sir."  The Dragonfolken pipes down and leans back in his chair, tipping his small skullcap over his eyes.

[Haika]

"Personally, I'd suggest the brig, if the Lizardfolk don't pan out. Only two visible guards, and a large sturdy ship." She tilts her head slightly going over the report that was given, "There's probably more inside, but we should be able to take the normal crew of 12 if we have to."

[Shootandrun]

"There might be twelve people down there, wench, and remember: we might be able to kill twelve people, but I doubt we'll be able to kill them without any sound, and I don't want to have to flee on a boat we don't know, in the middle of a night storm."

He said that while keeping his eyes on the lizardmen. Everyone knew frogmen hated the imperials - and Ghenjol was no exception. He did'nt trust them.

[Haika]

Luci finished her drink and lightly set the glass down on the table with one set of gloved fingers. "No one's going to hear anything with a storm raging outside. And besides, not knowing the ship will happen with any ship we choose." Another hand different from the one that was holding the drink lightly presses her eyeglasses forward. "Unless you happen ta know a ship and are holdin out on us?" Her gaze takes on the appearance of intensity even without having eyelids to squint.

[Furtuka]

"I wasss thinking the junk would be a good idea, assss it would be full crewed with our numberssss and could be easily taken by ussss."

[Shootandrun]

"Bah. Take the ship you want, I don't care as long as we all fit and it's floating. I'm gonna talk to that goat over there, he looks like a good fellow."

And, after having crossed the room, he said to the goatman:

"So, what's bringin' you here? I rarely see any goatman outside of his forest."

[Yoink]

Brogas looked back again to the nosy frogman, his eyes narrowing slightly as he sized him up.
He glanced about the room again before answering, something in his fearsome features seeming a little unsettled as he growled, "You ask many questions, frog. Maybe the answers are dangerous?" He raised a hand to rap a nail against one of his long, pointed horns, a traditional Goatfolk gesture for 'piss off'.
After a moment he spoke again, his expression relaxing a little as he glanced over the table's occupants. "Now, I hear from over here, you lot're looking to..." He bared his teeth in what was probably either a snarl, or a grin, "Get yourself a ship?"

[Hastur]

Brogas-

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Brogas Deathleaf stood on a small rise, viewing the distant city with disdain.
"Cityfolk build such ugly villages..." He muttered to himself, his scarred face pulled back in a habitual grimace as he adjusted his travel-stained cape, adorned with the teeth of things he had killed in his travels.
A sharp cry alerted him to a large bird swooping down from a nearby tree to one side of the rode. He raised his arm and it landed on his forearm with a thunk, claws jabbing into a mass of scar tissue. His grimace lessened slightly, though with the many scars it was hard to read his expression.
"Good hunting, Moonswoop. Now we go to find something more to drink, and maybe to rut, hm?"
He scratched the falcon affectionately on the head, then set off towards the dingy city limits, a battered-yet-servicable
steel trident strapped to his back beneath the cape.
Being a thirsty goatman at the end of the long time in the wilderness, his path lead him almost directly to the first tavern, which happened to be an inn called the Stein Haus.
He trots up to the bar, thunking one hand onto it with the falcon still perched on the other. "Frog-person! Give me drink!"
I offer up my single doubloon to buy perhaps a thimbleful of drink, then start sizing up the others in the room.

The Elephantman bartended looks at the single coin, and slowly reaches over for a mug of grog. he sets it on the bar while the frogman grabs it and hands you your mug of Grog "enjoy!"

Icho- Icho approaches the table of Lizarmen soldiers,
..." So then he's just keeps screaming and screaming, So I's put him out of he's misery. Who cares I's already due for a promotion, captured the last two i needed last week." "Oh why hello there. Dont be shy, we could use some company. Pull up a seat. We'ves just come off of gate duty. Somebody has got to keep the dregs OUTSIDE the gate. We'ves  just enjoying this brew. its no bloodwine but it's a good way to keep warm on a chill night. But where's are my civilities. I am called Dreloche, Sargeant Dreloche."

[Taricus]

"Nice to meet you Sargeant Dreloche" *Icho takes a seat next to the sargeant* "Now tell me, what's going on around here?"

[Dwarmin]

Yar, In a pick-pocketin' mood... the Dragonfolk thinks

Action: Yark scopes out the adventurers without moving from his seat, trying not to let on that he's doing so.