Staff & Guests
Many of the prisoners and guards knew Doc Halfhand, and he was well regarded by both. The guards nodded as the giant-kin arrived and stood out of his way as he checked the workers' health, and helped them to move some of the heavier or more awkward objects. He had missed the new doctor's arrival, but he heard about it from a guard, who told him, "I'm sure the warden'll let ya stay the winter if ya like, but we won't be needin' ya as bad as last time, now'n we got a fancy new Doc from Waterdeep!"
In the Hold
Many of the new prisoners in the ship's hold were terrified. They had been delivered into the hands of a hungry-looking lizard-man, who had counted them off by number, as if ordering them for his dinner-pot.
Thorbin (now Prisoner #295) held back, trying to understand his place in this new world. There was much noise from outside, and in the hold, the prisoners who were not helping huddled together for warmth as the lizard-man's two guards began to fix them with manacles. Thorbin was grabbed roughly, but only one of his arms had been firmly secured when something happend:
He had caught the eye of the lizard-man, and both knew that they both had felt, more than heard (due to the noise of the offloading), the feeling of something large rub against the ship's hull from outside - in the cold depths of the sea. Thorbin instinctively lunged forward, pulling his hands free of the guard, as the side of the ship exploded in a shower of splinters and water.