Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20140411014902/@comment-5735114-20140413165955

"Yes, Captain!"

After gathering food and water enough for three days, and a spare set of clothes, Ja'rokk took a small lifeboat and began rowing north, away from the city. Though it would seem like suicide, Ja'rokk saw the condition of the Trading ship, and knew that most of its crew would be weary, if not dead. With this comforting thought in mind, Ja'rokk continued rowing.

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Tyranil was again sitting in the bar, again slowly sipping mead. He hadn't talked to anyone since he'd arrived, but he was slightly more tolerant to alcohol. Sighing after he took another sip, Tyranil began to wonder when the Pirate Lords' meeting would begin.