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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Unsung" data-source="post: 6613670" data-attributes="member: 6781406">"We ought kill the ungodly horror. Put it out of all our misery," Gunner Teague declares. The kobold, Magnussen, looks expectantly from the old salt to the young gypsy woman. Lorelei opens her mouth as if to argue out of habit, then closes it again, shrugging.Meanwhile, Caillou rifles the fallen pirate's pockets, glances over D'avard with some added caution, and casts a small cantrip which seems to tighten the knots of his bonds.Then the bird moves through the wrecked house, inspecting it. He's unsentimental about the damage. The losses could have been a lot worse. Even so, he does want to make sure he takes anything that might be of use should they need to recreate a vodoun elsewhere, on another island or a ship, perhaps, so he glides through the floor, picking up whatever trimmings and knickknacks might come in useful. Down they go, into the apparently bottomless pockets of his coat: maps, shells, smooth stones, tiny bones, an old spoon with a strange whorled pattern, the map of Hispaniola labeled in Spanish, the ship in its bottle-- the latter of which he secures at the bottom of an ordinary pack, cushioned by layers of slightly greasy rags.[ooc]Searching the fallen pirate for anything noteworthy. Casting ghost rigging on D'avard.[/ooc]</blockquote>