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<blockquote data-quote="Bob Aberton" data-source="post: 1339388" data-attributes="member: 1518">Malthas,The Orcs follow your lead, sharpening and polishing their weapons.&nbsp; You notice they sharpen and polish quite well, probably from a lifetime of sharpening scythes and hoes and the like and polishing wealthy owners' silverware.&nbsp; They seem much more at ease now, treating their weapons as just another sort of tool to be cleaned and not an item of contradband which they could be hung for having.Vemuz,Orville is still on the forecastle, coiling the jibsheets and spritsail-sheets.&nbsp; He has at least half a weeks worth of work ahead of him, although given his propensity for sogering and napping it could take him a month or more.Upon going below, you pass by the cabin of the supercargo, Jonah.&nbsp; One of the foremast hands is in the cabin as well, to judge by the mumble of indistince voices emanating from the closed door.&nbsp; The GRACE's fortuitously sudden roll to starboard swings the cabin door open for a fraction of a second; you catch the words &quot;BLACK MAST&quot; and &quot;map,&quot; spoken in the tones of the Espirantish seaman, Lupe Sanchez.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Bob Aberton, post: 1339388, member: 1518"] Malthas, The Orcs follow your lead, sharpening and polishing their weapons. You notice they sharpen and polish quite well, probably from a lifetime of sharpening scythes and hoes and the like and polishing wealthy owners' silverware. They seem much more at ease now, treating their weapons as just another sort of tool to be cleaned and not an item of contradband which they could be hung for having. Vemuz, Orville is still on the forecastle, coiling the jibsheets and spritsail-sheets. He has at least half a weeks worth of work ahead of him, although given his propensity for sogering and napping it could take him a month or more. Upon going below, you pass by the cabin of the supercargo, Jonah. One of the foremast hands is in the cabin as well, to judge by the mumble of indistince voices emanating from the closed door. The GRACE's fortuitously sudden roll to starboard swings the cabin door open for a fraction of a second; you catch the words "BLACK MAST" and "map," spoken in the tones of the Espirantish seaman, Lupe Sanchez. [/QUOTE]

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