Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180414200018/@comment-24736819-20180502231755

(He'll still live long enough for Scipio's purpose...hehehe)

"Are you sure you cannot remember anything that could help us in our hunt?", the handsome imperial quickly strolled towards Ataff, still holding the bloody instrument and the tongue.

Lucien was truly sickened by Scipio's techniques, but he managed to hide it well... unlike Gaius, who kept turning his back to the pirates every now and then to recompose himself.

Back onto the Maw, the trio was welcomed by their navigator.

"The next position is already on the map, Captain.", the sea-elf said.

"Good, good. Dursos, Tukta-mab you are dismissed.", Joramun turned to the duo before nodding to the maormer, who lead the captain back to his cabin.

"It appeared as soon as we spotted you coming back.", the navigator explained, "Nasty little place. Hard to traverse."

"Yeah, but I'm sure some of our crewmembers will get excited about going back to the swamps. I can't lie, I hold Black Marsh's bogs in a special place in my heart.", Joramun smilled, "Let the men know."