Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140304204632/@comment-25146201-20140304234240

The Nord nodded towards Serzay, somewhat annoyed with the threats of the others. "I'll lead ya ta where Lex is hidin'. Got 'is own private guard force, 'im." The Nord lead them down one level, and down the corridor. The ship was very dark, the walls made out of a really dark cast iron, or pig iron, rust on the walls, or perhaps blood. Each room varying in moistness, from completely flooded to simply damp, you're never exactly sure what the liquid, or cocktail of liquids is, but you pray feverously that it is only sea water. None of the walls are completely straight, the lower levels of the ship were built quickly and cheaply, many weren't straight to begin with, but the pressure of the water on the hull has warped them further, and the fact that it's not on level ground does not aid to the disturbing geometry of the ship's narrow halls, and expansive cargo rooms.

"Lex 'as got a lotta respect in the undaworld." The Nord continued, as they walked down the halls. "Almost every criminal worth his salt knows a thing or two 'bout 'im."