Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140202210954/@comment-14749621-20140217213507

While the Renegade and the Behemoth II docked together and sunset was settling in, Brandon wrote a message on a piece of paper and gave it to a trader.

"Give this message to Luna, the privateers and their first mates that I invite them for supper at my cabin."

(Oil lamps are fueled by what ? Troll fat ? Dwarven oil ?)