Freelancer: The High Seas IC

[Wilphe]

Thalia will size up and wait for a suitible moment to interject, she walks over to the bar, "Say, is it possible to get a little bite to eat or something," to the barstaff. To the lumberjacks, "We ran into a few ourselves on the way in, not a lot and they didn't seem very determined. Do you want a refill for that? Are they just attacking shipping or have they started comeing ashore at all do you know?"

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Farear bursts in. "You're far too modest, my dear," he says, striding over and throwing a companionable arm around Thalia's shoulders. "My sister and I- figurative sister, in case you couldn't tell- lay waste to a dozen saghuin and half a dozen sharks between us, didn't we Thalia?" He jerks his thumb back at Tycho. "And he turned their leader into a cat. Poof!" He waves his free hand around. "So," he continues, leaving his arm around Thalia's shoulders, "I'll have what she's having."

 

[Capellan]

"Aye, I'm nae colonist. I came in ta town on a ship this morn'. I was just out walking, and enjoyin' the sun and sea, when I came across yer bonny wee home." Taloquar looks around, "A bite o' fish would be grand. I have a wee dram o' drink wi' me too, if you'd like something to wash it doon. Are ye a fisherman, then?"

 

[Wilphe]

"I see brother that you cannot resist demonstrating your talent for wry understatement," says Thalia.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Farear pauses for a moment, and only his lips move. Wry underwhasit? but then he's back to his confident self. "Of course, of course. Those sanghuin were nastier than I've ever fought, and looked like they were looking for trouble. Why, if we hadn't massacred the lot of them, they might have come here next! Who knows what would have happened then?" says Farear. Maybe I can earn us some free drinks....

 

[Jalon Odessa]

Tycho finds a relatively quiet seat in the corner of the tavern, and begins to absent-mindedly rummage through his pack, scattering all manner of ancient tomes, alchemical texts and hastily scribbled notes about the tabletop.

'You know, Farear, I think I can recall having a formula for feline transmogrification somewhere in here...'

 

[Corlon]

"Yes, I am a fisherman, haven't always been though," the man says, "I sell them every now and then in the market at the colony. In fact, that's where I was today." The old man starts to boil some water.


One of the lumberjacks laughs at Farear's statement and says "I didn't know the sahuigan gave their prized boats to those of them that could be easily killed by you. But on to truthful things, those bastards haven't yet attacked us here on the colony, but I'm guessing that's because of the tower. But almost a fifth of the boats that come and go here get attacked by them, and many are sunken and looted. This many ships haven't been seen since...ever, something very strange is going on." All of his fellows nod their heads in agreement as he continues, "can we buy you and your quiet friend a drink miss?"

 

[Capellan]

"D'ye suffer at all from the Sahuagin when ye fish? A wee boat like ye have there - sweet in the water as nae doubt she is - would seem an easy target for them to take."

 

[Wilphe]

"Why thank you sir," Thalia nods slightly and smiles, and then gestures to the bar staff for a refill, "Tycho, if you can spare some time from your bag of arcane stuff for drinking, the friends here are buying."
She turns back to the lumberjacks, "The sahuagin must have a good reason for being around here, didn't realize things were that bad when they hired us. Still, it'll go two ways from here, either they'll get driven off to somewhere less well defended, or they'll step up their attacks and things will get very nasty. If its the latter, well then we try and find out what they are up to."

 

[Corlon]

I think I'll let Farear answer to the bar part before I update it

But at the old man's cave:
"you'd think that they would, wouldn't you, heheheh"