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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dark_Jackalope" data-source="post: 2997526" data-attributes="member: 41706">Vhir considered the dwarves sharply, but alas gathered nothing of their intents from their shrewd eyes and thickly muscled faces, or from their measured businesslike tones.  Before the kobold had a chance to press further, Kinndareck made a small gesture to his associate, Baranak, and then spoke with authoritative gusto:“Master Vhir, this information you have given us is interesting, and  appreciated.  Now, if you have done all your duty, I would like to return to my breakfast.”He gave a short, courteous nod, and turned towards the doors that led back down to the galley, clearly hoping to return to his meal in peace.  Baranak lingered for a second more, then followed his superior below deck.[sblock="Doral"]In his moment’s pause before leaving, the dwarf threw one last glance at Doral. Well… I will keep watching… maybe these hired negotiators have another side to them.  …Aye, perhaps working with the Guild has finally gotten to me.[/sblock]The two dwarves strode casually into the galley, and once again took up their seats with their companions.  Some of the crewmembers were starting to return to their work, but a young galley-hand was circling around refilling the pitchers with fresh coffee for those who were staying a while longer.  When he came to the table where a good portion of the travelers sat, he smiled genially.“On’ly ‘bout eight hours ‘til we arrive in Port Verge!” he said cheerily, a simple piece of small talk. “It’s ah nice town.  Lots ah pretty things teh buy, an’ pretty lasses to buy ‘em for, so th’ saying goes.”   And then he wandered off again, in his simply-minded way.OOC to All: This plotline is about to be fast-forwarded eight hours, so if you want to do anything in that time, declare it now, folks.</blockquote>

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