Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20150911204049/@comment-26446054-20150913082428

Cyrnin swallowed nervously, hoping that they wouldn't be stared at by the beast with forty eyes. The ship Cyrnin was on seemed small and inferior compared to the Imperial ship. He stared at Soir for a moment and held the edge of the ship, feeling slightly light-headed and sick; Likely the ship's movement and fear of having a cannonball ploughed into him.

"Last time I try to make friends." He mumbled, then remembered something.

He had left his musket at the Waterfront after saving Sandcloak.