We be Goblins! - IC


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Mogmurch shrugs. "Okay..." His voice doesn't seem to sure about all of this, but he loads his light crossbow and readies himself.
 


Mogmurch moves slowly and cautiously after, letting his companion get about twenty feet ahead before he follows. He sweeps the area with his crossbow as he goes, wary of danger.
 



Chuffy, quiet for now, sneaks after you even more softly than Poog, despite the nasty, churned mud around the shipwreck.

A vine-choked gangplank with a mossy handrail descends sharply from the ship’s bow to the muddy ground below. One handrail seems to be encrusted with a large ball of dried mud.
 



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