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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Scotley" data-source="post: 4464037" data-attributes="member: 11520">The party is somewhat frustrated by the lack of a foe. Radoon busies himself with nets and ropes. His skill is a marvel to some of the younger sailors who thought him too old to perform such feats. Soon the preparations for war are made and this makes the crew feel a little more secure. Two attacks in which they have been largely unable to defend themselves has taken its toll on moral even for men of faith such as these. An hour passes with little sign of any trouble on the horizon. Soon it is lunch time and still there is no threat. Finally, a call comes down from the watch that a boat approaches. It seems to be a small dory. A boat much too small to be so far from land. Its single mast is adorned with a crown above crossed palm trees. Despite a search of everyone's memory and a careful check of the library no such mark can be found. As the boat gets closer you can see that a single orc dressed in a strange uniform that most closely resembles that of an game keeper from the Imperial Preserve, but there are minor differences that again leave you perplexed as to who's man he might be. The boat is now well within catapult range and approaching ballista range. There is no other sign of threat. The fellow raises a white flag of truce and signals his desire to come closer.</blockquote>