Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150628202441/@comment-24736819-20150814185719

Joramun seemed to be extremely furious...until the part where he started laughing loudly.

"You, you...Ha! That was amazing indeed!", he said, shaking the boy with ease, "I guess we'll need to go find that Dreugh so we can settle this, huh? C'mon, Little Balin, let me show you my ship!"

The large breton helped his nephew up. The crowd dispersed and the two Toreau accompanied by Azaron and Brujlv headed towards the main road out of the town.

"You anchored your ship on the shores, Uncle? Why not on the docks?", Balin was still a little lightheaded from the situation, but he was starting to feel better.

"My ship, young one... It's not a sight the common folk are pleased by.", Joramun answered, quite mysteriously.

They walked for an entire hour, making a quick stop to eat, drink and tell tales of happier times...and when they finally got to the location where Joramun's boat was anchored, Balin could tell why the ship wasn't pleasing to the common folk.

The Bone Maw was a fearsome looking ship, black, decorated with bones and vivid-blood, red sails. It seemed like something coming out of the darkest nightmare one could have, specially because of the way the bowsprit was build...it seemed like the maw of a horrid monster.