Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20160623164644/@comment-32663439-20160628185114

"See ya around, Samedi Sam-Sam!" Tariq called after the man. He then turned, his golden claw clacking against the wood as he walked up to Brugo.

"Y'know, you didn't assign me a job aboard this vessel. I think I could make a fine navigator. I know maps better than my spendiforous avian leg! Freerunning is common practice among my people, so I know how to climb better'n a wood elf in Valenwood. I could be a lookout in the crow's nest, an' I can teleport from up above down to here with a snap of my fingers! Well, not a snap. I actually kinda have to, y'know, flick my wrist. Tell you what though, that's mighty taxing on the wrist. if you're teleporting left and right all the while you're jumping across the rooftops of Jehanna or scaling the spires of Sentinel. You ever been to Sentinel? They've got the best Cairn Bolete Stew. Strange, because cairn bolete isn't all that common in Hammerfell. You think they import it across the way from Cyrodiil?"