Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-768817-20140819022716/@comment-10906938-20140821003152

"If dead rats are your sort of thing." Lucan replied, offering the bucket. After Amaury left, Lucan went back to his work/sport. This time, his spear did not hit a rat. Instead, it grazed the rump of a cat. Whether the crew had brought it aboard to deal with the rats or if it was a stowaway Lucan couldn't say. He could, however, say that it did not like being stabbeed at. It lunged, screeching, toward his face. Lucan stumbled backward and punched it and his face with equal force. The cat squealed and raced back into the shadows. Lucan fell onto a crate.