Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180414200018/@comment-17114085-20180419195705

The barkeep rolled the pouch into his apron and it disappeared. "Jarrin Root is monopolized on the island. Only one man controls its supply here, Headsman Zakhin. He owns the lands where all the Jarrin Root can be easily found, in the Ogre Tooth Mountains. They grow underground there. Legally he's only allowed to trade it to whomever the Duke gives permission, like with you folk. But Zakhin is known for doing a little business on the side. You may be able to get some from him, or you may want to head to the mountains yourself to take some. But be warned, there are plenty of Goblins and Ogres around those parts."

After chowing down as much as his stomach could handle. Lhotun asked. "So, this friend of yours that we're meeting. Who is he?"

Shav ate his meal without complaining. "His name is Deros, he was the navigator of my old crew. A damn good one at that."

"I thought your entire crew was killed." Lhotun said.

"Deros parted ways with the crew over some...differences with our Captain. Last time I heard from him he was on Bleackrock Isle. So that's why we're headed there." Shav said. "If we're going to be sailing the seas we need a good navigator and Deros is quite learned."