Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20140416010717/@comment-3293219-20140423212447

The Adlis crew huddled around a crate, feeling incredibly awkward...

They were approached by two familiar faces. Well, familiar to them at least, an Argonian and a Khajiit, who looked inseperable.

"Oh... Hey boss, we were just about to head to the meetin,' right Sinir?" The Argonian said, he was a brown Argonian, quite young.

"Y-Yes!" The Khajiit stuttered, his eyes darting around the room, as if someone had written a good excuse on some note paper and stuck it to a nearby wall. The Khajiit was around the same age as the argonian, he had khakhi fir and like his partner, he didn't wear a shirt, just sack cloth pants.

Ludovic tried to give them shirts, to make them more presentable, but they always ended up selling them for drinking money.

"But we were held up by some khajiit woman, trying to sell us carpets." The Argonian bumbled, scratching his head.

"It's fine, you missed the meeting anyway and now you're going to pay for it." Ludovic grumbled, gesturing to the dancing couple.

They both turned around, seeing Maria and Jack dancing. Sinir and his argonian partner were pretty new recruits and they had no history with any of the pirate lords.

"Oh dear..." Sinir muttered, not really getting it.

"Now sidown and pick your poison! It's going to be a long night, so best get drunk as quick as ye can!" The Nord snapped.