Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170719030306/@comment-5543592-20170722180322

"I don't know.  It looks like the Berdere, but it can't be." Meilir said, struggling to his feet and offering her a hand up.

There was the sound of a bottle of alcohol being uncorked. "Gunnar can answer all of your questions."

Sitting beyond the brig's iron bars was the captain of the Berdere. The smallish, corridor of the room that contained the brig, had a table and chair situated near the door out into the main cargo hold. Gunnar was lounging the chair, legs crossed and stretched out before him, pouring himself a glass of liquor. His wild eyes danced as he flashed them one of his broad grins.