Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191124214112/@comment-5543592-20191127205016

Nyasia hopped down off the barrel and picked up her sword, as Baldr reported to her. His golden armor was splattered with blood, concentrated particularly around his right hand. His sword was sheathed at his back once again.

"The ship is secure, your majesty." He pronounced, stiffly official. It was not news, clearly everything dangerous had been disposed off.

"Thank you, Baldr." Nyasia said, feeling no particular sense of relief. She did not feel anything, really.

Cade too looked solemn. He went around to the dead, pirates and Blade crew alike, giving them their lasts rites, closing their eyes and crossing their hands over their hearts.

Only Scaldor seemed unaffected, even in a good mood. He'd lit up a smoke, and was working on it blissfully.