Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20150911204049/@comment-27783182-20150912221606

Sandcloak nodded. "Whatever ye say, lad."

She walked towards the wheel and, before anyone knew it, the ship was undocked. It followed the river towards Bravil.

The sailor looking over the edge of the ship was the one Sandcloak called Sour Soir. He was wearing a ragged cloth sack with bandages all over him and stitched rags for pants. He lacked hair and had a long, messy white beard and only one eye, which was bloodshot.

"MWIAIW QK OIII. MOG CIAKK MCSII SQWW GIKMIYW OK." The breton shouted. He was obviously paranoid, and worried about something.