[color=8dc73f][h3]Mission: Blackmarsh[/h3][/color]

"Uh, 5, maybe 6," Gris replied, remembering to glance back toward the dock as the sailboat left it behind.  Having come up with his plan on the spot, he didn't have a good story straight in his head yet and so tried to steer the conversation in a different direction.  

"Blackmarsh, huh?  Why on earth would you want to go there?"  Heck, maybe he'd get lucky and one of them would just come right out and tell him.  "Things in there that'll eat a man for lunch.  I'd rather take my chances against a small army any day." 

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