Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170702143317/@comment-5543592-20170716211741

"Thank you, Bagarok." Meilir said, glad someone appreciated him. "Unforunately, you're going to have to pretend to be luggage.  I attached a cart to the back of one of the carriages.  You can sit in the bed of it and we'll throw a sheet over you."

Captain Rex did not have an eyepatch.

Edwin, Ollie, and Fordola found the captain at the gangplank of his warship, smoking a pipe. The reason he did this, they could tell immediately, was probably because smoking a pipe on a warship was not regulation. Six feet, with a crisp legionnaire's hair cut, and wearing an outfit that said he was a private trader but had the patch boasting the sigil of the Imperial Navy shown onto the arm. About in his mid-fities, with hair gray around the temples, a scowling brow, and mouth stuck in a perptual frown, Rex was the iconic Imperial captaion.

He noticed them immediately, had probably heard them coming from all the way down the dock.

"You folks looking to hire a ship?" He asked, plucking the pipe from his mouth. He had a raised, hard voice, used to shouting orders up and down the ship.