GlassEye
Adventurer
Captain Lotti tilts his head almost as if he doesn't understand the purpose of such shenanigans. He takes on a smile that seems a bit empty before addressing those on deck who have directed questions and comments towards him.
"Three staterooms only, I'm afraid. One will, of course, be made available to the priestess of Ral. The other two will have to be shared between the four of you.
Ah, Master Sekmun. No, our good master from the Still Waters of the Ouhm contracts for cargo space on occasion, that is all. I am sorry for any confusion caused.
Cabin boys? Yes, I'll keep it in mind."
You get the distinct impression that Captain Lotti's mind inhabits a different plane of existence, one that doesn't include much humor but rather filled with grandiose thought or angst-ridden poetry. The Captain beckons with one hand and a sailor approaches.
"The seaman here will show you to quarters and where to stow your gear. We'll be sailing before nightfall."

"Three staterooms only, I'm afraid. One will, of course, be made available to the priestess of Ral. The other two will have to be shared between the four of you.
Ah, Master Sekmun. No, our good master from the Still Waters of the Ouhm contracts for cargo space on occasion, that is all. I am sorry for any confusion caused.
Cabin boys? Yes, I'll keep it in mind."
You get the distinct impression that Captain Lotti's mind inhabits a different plane of existence, one that doesn't include much humor but rather filled with grandiose thought or angst-ridden poetry. The Captain beckons with one hand and a sailor approaches.
"The seaman here will show you to quarters and where to stow your gear. We'll be sailing before nightfall."
