On his way to greet the dwarves, the last of which whom had just stepped heavily onto the deck, Captain Gorbrekken stopped as he passed the inquisitive warforged. He gave him a quick looking over, and apparently deciding he was alright, replied,
“I’d be quite glad tah give ye one, uhh… sir. I’ll find yeh later, then,” he answered quickly, but not impolitely, before hurrying off to the dwarves.
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Meanwhile, the crewmember Gorbrekken had called aside motioned to those who had chosen to go below to follow him. They went through a pair of ornately painted doors and down the wide and well-lit steps to the level immediately below deck. The three cabins Elinvath’s gold had secured them were grouped together at the end of the passageway closest to the steps to the deck. Further down the hallway, towards the bow, were the cabins in which the three dwarves entourage would sleep.
The cabins themselves were simple, with walls and floors of bare planking, and tiny glass windows up near the ceiling. Each held one bunk bed fitted with clean pale-colored bedclothes, two lockable chests, and a small table. From the ceiling gently swung an oil lamp, unlit in the noontime sun filtering through the thick glass windowpane.
“Yous-all can split up the rooms how ye likes,” said the shy and nondescript crewmember. “I knew yeh’ve got seven, but the ‘forged can just take that trunk at the end o’ the hall an’ put it ‘n one o’ the rooms, since he don’t need a bed.”
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Those still on deck can only hear small snips of the Gorbrekken and the dwarves’ conversation, which was being held barely within earshot of the would-be picnickers. The captain, who spoke with near-fawning gusto, was the only one clearly audible over the perpetual sound of the waves against the ships hull and the creaking of wood.
“Welcome aboard, me good sirs. It is both meh honor and pride to have yeh sailin’ to Port Verge on mah fine ship. I’d be Captain Gorbrekken, under service of his lord and mastership Prince Kolberkon, and under yer service as his esteem’d guests. If thar’s anythin’…”
[sblock="Doral"]As the captain made his introductory speech, Doral managed easily to slip aside, and then ready himself to better listen in on the dwarves’ conversation. He walked back quietly towards the three dwarven officials and the captain, this time invisible and taking extra precaution not to be heard. To his good fortune, none seemed to notice his arrival, and he hovered cautiously a few feet away from the small group.
Just as Doral arrived, the highest-ranking dwarf stepped forward and shook Gorbrekken’s hand briskly, introducing himself as “Kinndareck, of the Department of Expansion.” The other two dwarves then also shook the captain’s hand, introducing themselves as Iytin and Bourstrart, also of the Department of Expansion.
Speaking in dwarven, Kinndareck bluntly stated, “I’ll tell you now, I don’t like the sea, and should like to be shown to my quarters immediately.” He was obviously speaking simply and clearly so the captain could understand, but Gorbrekken still looked slightly confused and alarmed, but managed to say haltingly and in a poor accent,
“Of course. I show you there I-self.” He turned towards the double doors at the stern of the deck, and the dwarves moved to follow, Iytin and Bourstrart obviously amused by the captain’s attempt at dwarven, but Kinndareck showing no opinion. “You things will be already arrived, of course. Would you like to eat dinner in you rooms also?”[/sblock]
Though their voices became too soft to distinguish, the conversation between the captain and his dwarven guests was very short. After introductions and formal handshaking, Gorbrekken began to lead them towards the even-more ornate doors at the stern end of the deck. Awkwardly attempting to speak in dwarven to the highest-ranking dwarf, the other two followed a step behind and snickered amusedly. Gorbrekken signaled towards the vapor-tower, then the group disappeared below deck, as the captain showed them to their rooms.
A sudden harsh clanging of an iron bell rang from the toward at the stern of the ship, and the first mate hollered, “All free hands on the deck! Prepare to sail! Raise anchor! Haul in the gangplank!…” Almost magically, there was an explosion of activity on the ship, as a dozen or so crewmembers darted about following Wilsbree’s orders, though none bothered to unfurl the sails. In a handful of minutes, the ship was completely detached from the pier, and the first mate stopped shouting commands as he focused on carefully manipulating the mysterious column of vapor. The ship began to glide smoothly towards the bay and eventually the open sea, its pace increasing to an enchanted clip beyond what any normal ship could reach.
[sblock="OOC: Carver"]Don't worry, we'll allow you what crafting time you need. (Within reason and realism.) And as for the little wooden carvings he does, thats no problem either, he can go ahead whittle all he likes. (And hopefully you'll have a HHH for all that soon.)[/sblock]
