Scotley
Hero
Gustav, looking tired and a little disheaveled waits at the foot of the gangway. "I'm terribly sorry to disturb you Captain, but there's something going on that I'm not happy with and I plan to warn all the Captains. The local nobility is up in arms about the death of Contral. They've got every hedge wizard, priest, shaman, witch and thief-catcher catcher they can find out scouring the contryside. They are casting divinations and running roughshod over people's rights. They are treatening to search ships and warehouses next. I've already sent a formal request to the Empire to keep them from the ships and port as they've no justisdiction, but that mob is unlikely to listen to me. I expect they'll be down hear before dawn." He shurgs helplessly, "The best I can do is tell everyone who can to weigh anchor and move on until this blows over."