Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160801233042/@comment-5543592-20160802020137

"No.  I can't set foot in the city.  If Daireg's agents saw me, it'd be pretty bad."

He walked over to a desk along the wall of the cabin, where parchment, an ink well, and penquill all sat out neatly and ready for use. It wasn't hard to imagine that in the entire time Crimson had owned this boat, he'd never touched any of them. "I'll write ya note and seal it fer Ishien saying yer all good.  And you should take people.  Jude's goin' ta go with ya no matter what," he switched to a Jude-like voice, "'I hafta protect mai woo-man!', and you never know if ya might need back-up.  But since this is my problem, I'm makin' ya the leader of it.  You can boss the chumps ya take with you all ya want."