Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180414200018/@comment-2165692-20180501180225

The first mate had his blade drawn, it was of the same material as his armor Glass, the other crewmates all used elven, and only Naerion was different in this regard, no sowrd could be seen on his belt. He though for  moment and cancelled his Mayhem instead changing spells to frenzy.

The Dremora seems to sniff the air for a moment then says "I smell weakness." it then looks at the Bloody fists one by one.

"Are you prepared to fight the Bonemask Pirates? I sincerely hope you are." Naerion says, menacingly.

Jerod follows the Magistrate "I assume he's  busy man, does he have other appointments before mine?" Jerod asks.