Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20140411014902/@comment-5735114-20140413182919

(Dream killer!)

Ja'rokk kept on rowing for about an hour before he began to feel tired. Scanning his surroundings again, as he had before, Ja'rokk now saw a person using a piece of wood to stay afloat not to far from him. Quickly rowing over, Ja'rokk extended his hand out to the person.

"You were with the East Empire Company, yes?"

"Yeah...", said a rather tan Imperial as he climbed onto the rowboat. No sooner did he sit down, did Ja'rokk brandish his club. The Imperial was wearing rough working clothes; no way was he someone of importance on the ship. Remembering his Captain's orders, Ja'rokk slammed the club atop the Imperial's head, hearing the satisfying crunch of bone, before forcefully pulling it out and tossing the body overboard. It was fish food, now.