Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20150102013629/@comment-13615389-20150103225428

(And Gold was asking me if I'd stick around this time... I can't wait any longer.)

As Amaury looked around on the ship, which had began to depart, Cyrus drew his cutlass, quickly jamming the bejeweled hilt into the Breton's temple, causing him to crumple straight down on the spot. The bosun, an aging orc got a few sailors to drag him down into the brig.

Amaury awoke in a somewhat damp wooden room. There was a bowl of water, a bed, and steel bars blocking him in. It wasn't much, really.