The turtle whom has come to be called "Shell" by its master Corvax floats in the water next to the vessel "Melora's Vengeance" the Drow brothers who are both on Xil'jiers raft shuffle through there items looking for anything that they happen to have for trade. The older brother Xil'jier squats over his dark green seaweed and synth cloth shoulder bag rummaging around. He pulls out a set of carved bone dice and shakes them in his hand. 

[i]"I could trade the dice...nah, Corvax and I still need to settle that game of sailors blunder"[/i]

He continues to dig in his bag and produces three sea melon seeds and a bone sewing needle. [i]"This should do"[/i]
He mumbles to himself. 

The Dragonborn captain and most of the others where busy trading. Corvax knew this trade route was busy this time of year but he dident expect to come across so many ships at once. He wondered if there would be any thing good to trade for from the other ships. 
Corvax is younger then his half brother Xil'jier but in many ways felt more mature. He is versed in the diffrent trade routes of modern Azmier and useally knows trouble when he sees it. Things seemed fairly friendly so far but he knew that they all felt un easy because of there race. He did notice that one of the people tradeing was an Orc and that made him feel a bit more at ease. 
   Corvax lays out the maroon colored woven rug made from the hide of the wooly long tooth bass. He places the two fishing lures out on the rug and then sets a synth jug down next to the lures. The jug is filed a quarter way up with bits and pieces of diffrent colored glass. The turtle ranger sits with his legs crossed and awaits any curious traders. 
  Xil'jier looks over to his brother and then back to the group of attached ships. Hopefully him and his brother could find out somthing about these people. Like if they have any valuables worth stealing, where they are headed,  and if they are an easy target or not. He smiles as his matted hair flails in the strong wind.