*When it rains it pours.* Korick mused, nine days his ass was planted on this dock, no one came, and now they were coming out of the spongey wood work.  He couldn't exactly blame them he supposed, storms had been ravaging the south shore and they only broke this morning; meaning until recently travel wasn't safe.

"Aye, I'm Korick, I sent the letters, and you're here, and who are you?" he asked the scarred man, before he took a nice long drag from his pipe.  As he exhaled he turned his head to Markul, " Aluntel, knew he'd come through, how is he?" He asked.

The Beth took a good long look at Batche.  She didn't seem to be a thread, she wasn't food, and she didn't smell like anything.  So Beth just tilted her head a said, "Grrroowl?"