[i]As long as I don't have to follow an Elgi's orders, I think I can tolerate the trip right enough[/i]. The Dwarf burped, wiping his mouth of the frothing ale that dripped down his beard. He'd decided to have an early morning full course meal and 8 pints. Just a light snack, of course. He'd had a bit of sleep, but he knew he'd have plenty of time to rest once he got onto the Manling ship. They didn't go very fast, after all, and it was a long journey. 

Once the sun peeked over the Horizon, the Dwarf hopped off the barstool he had been sitting on, nearly knocking over a busty barmaid as he did so. She squealed, catching the attention of one of the larger bouncers. This man was as meaty as an Ogre, from the looks of it. Seemed he was dumb enough to get in Sketti's way, trying to keep him from leaving the bar until he apologized for bumping his girl. 

"Now see here you git!" the bouncer growled, but it was cut short by his own squeal once Sketti's fist was buried in his groin. He fell over like a Pollaxed-Ox. "Pardon me," Sketti said, stepping past him as the girl in the tavern began to cry out for her lover. Sketti paid her no mind, and waltzed and into Marienburg proper. 

The day was already getting hot, but it took him less than no time to get to the ship. He actually liked ships. They were mechanical in nature, after all. One didn't need gunpowder or steam engines or the like to still be made of various parts that caused unnatural but artificially created locomotion or to serve some sort of function! Shipwrights were highly prized among the Dawi, though of course most ships [i]were[/i] ironclad and powered by steam in this Age of Silver. 

He stepped onto the deck of the ship to see a few familiar faces there. "As much as I hate to say it, the fucking Elgi is right. Call it a ship, lad." he told the young Manling.