Gnurl Whiskerling, Gnome Wizard at Small
"Pardon me for a moment, gents! I should speak to Cap'n Swabby while we're here." And with that, Gnurl heads over to the CrestDancer and pokes his head (and the rest of his wee body) into the forecastle of the CrestDancer. "Ahoy Cap'n Swabby!" says Gnurl to the animated mop. "Everything's ship shape, I trust? Any difficulties or strange occurrences to report? I'll be gone again for probably at least a day or more, so now is the time to speak if there are reports to be made."