Fenwick looks as the knife cuts away the stone. "That one very sharp knife," he observes needlessly. "Useful in variety of situations. We going where knife originate?
"Aye, an' ye'll be seein' mar'n tha' wha'll make ye aye's jomp." Fargo sheaths the dagger in his belt where it looks more like a short sword.
Fenwick glad to go. Also glad to establish new trade routes. Perhaps once Fenwick finds homeland, Fenwick can report vast new markets open for trade. What kind goods you carry in this boat?"
"T'be'ahnest, 'm nah' 'ear ahn bisness," Fargo looks out beyond the rail as the first rays of light play across the water, and the shadows of the harbor buildings begin to recede from the horizon. He pulls the pipe about a quarter inch from his lips, takes a breath as if he intends to begin a long story, but decides better of it and re-seats the pipe between his teeth. Still biting on the nib, he speaks,
"Mastly livestoock, arms, metalwark, an' gald, albei' nah mooch'o'tha' nah'deys. She's a gif'o'sarts fram ole Hruthak's sohn. Aye transpart the wares o'th'farges o'Kartuk an' nan athar. Tha's woy th' ship's sa big," Fargo winks.
The dwarf takes the pipe out of his mouth as if the taste just went sour, gives it a queer look, and digs his thumb into the bowl, dowsing the fire. He rises to a stand and tucks both the pipe and the weed bag into his vest.
"Sohn'zup. Let's hois'th'sail!" Nodding for his guests to follow, he bounds down the hallway to the deck door. Though he's not running, he's surprisingly quick. The door opens andthe sun's early morning light pours down the hallway silhouetting his squat frame as he begins to bark orders to the crew.
The maritime dwarf disappears from view amid the scuffle of preparation. The sound of a capstans pulling a huge chains cause the deck to resonate. Even as the vibrations continue, several loud rustling sounds are followed by one loud multi-pitched BOOM, and the leviathan craft lurches east.
A voyage to an unknown end has begun.
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Fenwick looks as the knife cuts away the stone. "That one very sharp knife," he observes needlessly. "Useful in variety of situations. We going where knife originate?
"Aye, and you'll be seeing more than that what will make your eyes jump." Fargo sheaths the dagger in his belt where it looks more like a short sword.
Fenwick glad to go. Also glad to establish new trade routes. Perhaps once Fenwick finds homeland, Fenwick can report vast new markets open for trade. What kind goods you carry in this boat?"
"To be honest, I'm not here on business," Fargo looks out beyond the rail as the first rays of light play across the water, and the shadows of the harbor buildings begin to recede from the horizon. He pulls the pipe about a quarter inch from his lips, takes a breath as if he intends to begin a long story, but decides better of it and re-seats the pipe between his teeth. Still biting on the nib, he speaks,
"Mostly livestock, arms, metalwork, and gold, albeit not much of that nowadays. She's a gift of sorts from old Hruthak's son. I transport the wares of the forges of Kartuk and none other. That's why the ship's so big," Fargo winks.
The dwarf takes the pipe out of his mouth as if the taste just went sour, gives it a queer look, and digs his thumb into the bowl, dowsing the fire. He rises to a stand and tucks both the pipe and the weed bag into his vest.
"Sun's up. Hoist the sail!" Nodding for his guests to follow, he bounds down the hallway to the deck door. Though he's not running, he's surprisingly quick. The door opens andthe sun's early morning light pours down the hallway silhouetting his squat frame as he begins to bark orders to the crew.
The maritime dwarf disappears from view amid the scuffle of preparation. The sound of a capstans pulling a huge chains cause the deck to resonate. Even as the vibrations continue, several loud rustling sounds are followed by one loud multi-pitched BOOM, and the leviathan craft lurches east.
A voyage to an unknown end has begun.[/sblock]
. Booyah![/sblock]
