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(Below Deck

Baetuc huffed and puffed as his bulky frame struggled to move through the ra sacked hall that seperated the kitchebs from the rest of the ship, and Elodeas personal quarters. A few dead goblins torn to pieces was a good sign of who their killer had been, so he continued through and kicked the little buggers to the aide of the wall as he passed.

When at laat the big half-orc entered the sea elfs quarters it took him a moment to register the scene. Every day Isas form grew stronger, its scales grew thicker, and the girls abilities were faster. She had come far since captivity together.

"Isa! Told you to warn me when you go runnin' off, girl. Place is swarmin' with-" finally noticing the still alive form of Elodea, he sighed heavily in relief. "One less to bury. Got lucky, laas. Little bastards are everywhere so its high time you got somewhere safe. C'mon, pantry in the kitchens got survivors that are hurtin' n' scared. Take what ye can salvage."

A nod to Isa was all the communication they needed. Bartuc would go first, and Isa would watch Elodeas back. Whenever the Sea elf was ready they would make way to the stragglers left behind, before anything got to them.