[@rush99999]

Mari was tall, even for a human, and always had problems sleeping on the cots.  She gets up cracking her back every morning. [color=gold]"Damn thing.  Aye.  Mornin."[/color]  Jacoby gave his shpeel which caused the warrior woman to get to her feet to get her plate on.  [color=gold]"Finally!  We get that key, and then literal smooth sailing."[/color]

Abrih'm was a bit more reserved and less excited, his age showing whenever he addresses someone, giving him a constant air that he'd rather do anything else but comment.  He scratched his long dwarven beard and yawned.  [color=tan]"Still no guarantee he's gonna give us the time of day with the whole city waitin for him."[/color]

Mari was already buckling up her gear.  [color=gold]"He will if I challenge him right then and there."[/color]  For a paladin, Mari was impulsive.

[color=tan]"Oh yeah, that's going to go over well."[/color]  The dwarf didnt look too thrilled at the task at hand.  Pulling on his trousers over his small clothes and then thumbing his shirt.  [color=tan]"Something still bothers me.  I never heard of these keys before the Arch Priest brought them up and I can't find no mention in the books I've brought.  I'm wondering if there's a way to get him alone."[/color]

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[@EliteOne 800]

The group were in the middle of talking.  Three sailors, man, woman, male halfling.  They were taking a break from what seemed like wrapping stringes of paper flowers around railings.

The Halfling was leading the discussion.  [color=blue]"-Ya heard me.  Ol Cap'n Crossroads was a man once, just like me."[/color]

[color=pink]"But taller."[/color]  The woman said, untangling a string.  Getting a grin from the two men.

[color=blue]"Aye but taller!"[/color]  The halfling standing up straight.  [color=blue]"He was just a mortal man, when he decided to marry Osprem, Goddess of the Sea.  He yelled to the four winds a chanty so beautiful it made the sirens weep with shame-"[/color]

[color=brown]"I hears is that he pulled the heart out of a Kraken, drinkin the blood made him more than man."[/color]

[quote]"This patron of yours...Is he more than an official?"[/quote]

The Halfling sputtered a laugh and turned.  [color=blue]"An official- please he's oooooooo wow you're a tall one."[/color]  The group looked at the intimidating figure for a moment but they've seen him aboard before, but this was the first they ever heard the man speak.  The halfling was quick to get his barings before getting onto a railing.  [color=blue]"We got the council of Captains for the city's runnings, but Cap'n Crossroads, he keeps the Floatilla safe.  A captain and sailor without peer.  He circles the city, keeping all manner of storm witch and deep dwelling creatures at bay!  He warns us of bad seas and fish to catch.  He's out there alone most of the year, only coming back to port on holidays.  Just like today, and thats a when the party's startin.  I bet he can even drink a feller like you under the table."[/color]  He said with a charm, just poking a bit of fun.  [color=blue]"How are you going to be celebrating big guy, if I might ask? Welcome to hang with us."[/color]

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[@lunarius][@Arthanus]

[b]"Acar treshi!"[/b]
"I don't know what that means!"

She started the call and the crowd reverberated back to her in a calamitous shout.  It made about as much sense as most of the morning.  The ones that weren't making preparation were raiding the dinner ships with their open air food stalls, fire spits, and barrel tables and stools.  Even at 8 in the morning, the kegs were tapped and some of the people were doing their absolute damnd'est to get as drunk as quickly as possible.

The catgirl was getting into it, and as people got used to her, even kids tried to get closer, ooo'ing and aaa'ing at the weird traveler and daring each other to touch her tail.

Soltana would recognize a hand on his shoulder as he viewed the jovial chaos.  It was the hand of a pugilistic but very friendly gentleman others call Little Tim, despite being a Half Orc of seven feet tall.  He looked down at the man who fought with him in the duels with a big grin, his tusks on each end of his lips.  [color=green]"Hitting the keg before hitting the pit today Sol?"[/color]  He asked the warrior.

The buxom wench of a server addressed the two gentleman.  Tim ordered for him raising two fingers.  [color=green]"Two roasted pheasants, no, make that three!"[/color]  He whistled.  [color=green]"Hey catgirl!  Plenty of time for table dancing later!  Eat with us!"[/color]  

He took a seat next to the Hunter, his stein of grog hitting the table as he took a seat addressing Soltana.  [color=green]"Girls got a panther with her, and Russ has been boasting about wrestling a bear.  Got 20 gold says he's full of it.  Figured a Panther would be more than a match for him."[/color]