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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mallak" data-source="post: 3326698" data-attributes="member: 37105">Colmarr attempts to climb up the ropes to the crow's nest.  The going is slow and rough.  His body is unsuited to this activity.  The higher he climbs, the more he is affected by the "gentle" rocking of the harbor.  The mast sways dizzyingly, and the rigging is not spaced for one of his stature.  If Naomi is up here, it must be a miracle she made it up alive.  It's only by sheer luck that Colmarr has made it as far as he has.The wind is blowing steadily at this height, but Colmarr's gnomish ears pick out the soft sound of a child's weeping coming from the basket of the crow's nest.  Carefully, he levers himself into the bucket where he can hunker down out of the wind.  Naomi is huddled with her knees drawn up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs.  She glances up at him, but doesn't say anything.  In the moonlight, Colmarr can see the paths of tears streaking her dusty face.Meanwhile, down below, Eloise has reached the ship, but now she hesitates at the gangplank to come aboard.  She blanches at the barbarian Troth, standing at the top of the gangplank, hand on sword.  "Heh...Hello?" she calls through her tears.</blockquote>