Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150628202441/@comment-24736819-20150804043546

After a failed attempt on beating his uncle in arm wrestling, Balin, Joramun, Azaron and Brujlv gathered to have a few drink and tell tales of the past.

"I still can't believe Little Balin became this strong, tall fella. You almost had me there, but just like your old man you have a tell when you are about to go full strength.", Joramun laughed as he drank a whole bottle of Ashfire Mead.

"Not only that, Uncle, I'm gathering a crew for my ship. Azaron here already joined me and I was hoping that Brujlv could do the same, specially if he's as good as he says.", Balin took a sip of his rum.

"That I am, that I am... You know, I was the responsible for the construction and planning of the Katariah?!", the large nord said, signaling for the Innkeeper to bring him another bottle of Dragon's Breath Mead.

"So, how would you like to join my crew? Sail the seas again? Get out of retirement?", The Prince thought he made a good case for himself, yet he didn't expected what he heard as an answer.

"Well, your Uncle asked me first.", Brujlv replied, scratching his head.