Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191231094328/@comment-19164168-20200129022624

At the second floor of the Inn, a ship captain in his prime 50s was drinking himself off, at least until he noticed Caelum and Elara approaching him.

"Can't an old man in his downtime drink in peace?" he asked the two.

"You the one who put up the contract about the Nereid?" Elara got quickly to the point.

"Yeah, why?" the old man asked, reeking of booze.

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The surviving thugs understood the message loud and clear, before they ran for their lives and left their leader behind.

While they ran, the woman wanted to make sure the thug leader was either dead or incapacitated before making any other move.