Quagmire, a tall hobgoblin with a sailor's characteristic swagger, snorts with amusement. "Captain Dammit-I-Forgot-Already, the old man in the boat. That be soundin' about right. I'm thinkin' we'll get on fine.
So what are a fine bunch o' upstandin' lads like ourselves doin' in a predicament like this, ye might be askin'? Well, Captain Dammit-I-Forgot had some trouble over a card game with one o' Bacarte's high rollers, name o' Duncan Redblade. Lost his ship, his cargo, damn near his britches. But he's got a plan, he does. He figures if he can borrow his boat back and make some quick cash, he can buy back his cargo and still deliver it on time. Only, his boat's guarded, and the errands he's got in mind are too dangerous fer his fragile hide. That's where we came in, these lads here an' a few others. Captain Busted Flush hires us with his last few coppers, and in a moment o' desperate poor judgement, we took the job.
"Well, we did it. Cracked enough heads t'get the ship back an' the cargo money. Only it turns out Redblade wasn't interested in sellin' the cargo back to Azrael. Can't think why not. Redblade hired his own crew an' sent 'em off with the cargo. We chased them down too, cracked some more heads an' got the cargo back, and took it on to its destination. All set, right?. Not so fast! Old Captain Leads-From-The-Rear there neglected to be informin' us that his customer was a dragon, name 'o Kartharath, an' she wasn't happy with the way he treated her cargo. She sent some soldiers after us, an' when that didn't work, she came herself. Lucky fer us she's just a little 'un, not full grown yet. Still, it was a close thing. Too close. But in the end, it was she that flew away, and we that walked out with her hoard.
Ye'd think that'd be the end of it. But the captain gets it into his head that Redblade's done him wrong, owes him something. Which, t'be fair, is true. Redblade admitted he'd cheated in the card game. So Azrael rounds us up again, and here we are. Redblade's hideout. Gettin' some back fer what's been done. We've just taken care of the second round o' welcomin' parties and were catchin' our breath. One o' our mates, Alex, musta taken a blow to the head in the last dust-up, an' he's not quite right yet, so we're glad t'see you."
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