Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180414200018/@comment-24736819-20180425031651

(Three.)

"I need them together, sir.", Scipio let out.

Lucien nodded before turning to the Warden, waiting for the man to comply.

"Good.", the large Captain commented.

The trio quickly made way to the old ship. Joramun had been to the Floating Boar several times before, both as a regular customer and as the King of Pirates, but after what happened almos 15 years ago he never imagined himself walking through those doors again.

Technically, he was much older than the last time the crew of the Boar laid their eyes upon the Captain of the Bone Maw, but in truth he hadn't changed all that much.

"Wulfgar, my boy. You are still alive, I see.", Joramun greeted the bewildered enforcer of the tavern, "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"

Joramun laughed quite thunderously, passing by the door while Wulfgar stood there still. Upon entering the Floating Boar, the trio was immediately welcomed by the usual chaos which was so common in the infamous tavern and Joramun couldn't help but to smile.

"I missed this...", the Toreau muttered before resuming his stroll to the counter.

The patrons didn't thought twice before stepping out of the path of the trio, not because they knew who the Captain and his men were, but because anyone could tell it wouldn’t be a smart choice to get on their way.

"By my father's beard!", Fjal exclaimed, dropping the mug he had been cleaning for the past few minutes.

"Hello, old friend!", Joramun opened his arms in a greet.

Tukta-mab spotted an empty seat and took it to himself barely able to sit properly as the chair looked like an infant chair in comparison to the large man, prompting a few sailors to take a couple of steps away from said chair.

"You are alive, I cannot believe my eyes! Alive! Gods be damned alive!", Fjal continued, practically shouting his lungs off, "The next round is on the house, my friends! On the house!"

The whole tavern raised hell instantly as they celebrated the round on the house.

"Come, Joramun. Let's talk.", Fjal waved towards the door that led to the back and waited for the big fella to follow.

"Remember what I said.", Joramun turned around towards Dursos and Tukta-mab before he turned back and disappeared into the door.