Andrew D. Gable
First Post
The Durenese "merchant" Davias leads you to the Ragadorn dockyards. "Watch yourselves," he says. "These docks can be dangerous, and I wouldn't want to see you fall prey to a simple cutpurse." The salt air -- reeking with the stench of nameless run-offs from the city -- blows into your faces as you survey the ships tied at their moorings.
"There's one," Davias says, pointing towards a distinctive red-sailed trading vessel. "A Lakuri. Now for us to find out where this pirate captain is holed up."
Everyone:
[sblock]Gather Information checks, and any others you wish to make.[/sblock]
"There's one," Davias says, pointing towards a distinctive red-sailed trading vessel. "A Lakuri. Now for us to find out where this pirate captain is holed up."
Everyone:
[sblock]Gather Information checks, and any others you wish to make.[/sblock]