Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140322040911/@comment-11457306-20140322042946

(With your permission, GM, I'll take the lead here to get us past this impasse.)

Ja'Keil was frustrated, scornful of the slight woman in front of him but also aggravated that Dral had picked up another follower who might be a genuine threat. He backed off to go find some food and a place to pretend to sleep. Perhaps he could steal the key while everyone slept.

Dralnach shrugged at the Orc, unimpressed. He relied on himself and no one else. He also went to look for a place to sleep. All of the convicts were bedding down or already passed out. There were a few minor skirmishes as the available beds were fought over but eventually everyone found a spot, even if it was only a bare piece of deck.

Daria slipped over to a food laden table and quickly grabbed some meat, cheese and bread along with a bottle of meade and then went back to her corner where she grabbed her pack and the two furs which she had made hers. She went over to where Dralnach had claimed a bed for his own and spread the furs on the floor beside it. She sat and ate, watching the tatooed man, who was still awake and staring at her--or maybe at Dral--she could not tell. He made her nervous.