Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190905141956/@comment-5543592-20190911125025

Nyasia had secured a portion of the foredeck for herself, out of the way of the crew, and was sunbathing, loose clothes tied around her chest and midsection, a pillow behind her head. She held a book over her face.

Baldr stood nearby, an empty look on his face. He could have been a statue.

"Lookin' in the wrong direction ya twat." Scaldor was saying to Alvoran, rolling scraps of Skooma leaves from old smokes into new paper.