<b><span style="font-size: 18px">East of Yartar; The Barge</span></b><br/><br/>Not Yartar? That was a bit of a surprise, but whatever, Lydia could work with it. "Fair enough. And a stop is no trouble at all. Go ahead and hop on board, I'll have them get started on the preparations for dinner."<br/><br/>Lydia walks along the barge's edge, opens the door into the interior and peeks at one of the hooded orcs, speaking quietly.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">"You, she's coming on board. Come lower the gangplank. It'd be unusual for a lady to be so eager as to participate in manual work. I'll try to stay between you and her, but be ready to catch her if she does spot you."</span><br/><br/>Plark the Shifty gives the elf woman a blink with his golden eyes. He scowls a bit in the direction of Gnosh Rock-Head.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"Why me? Why can't he do?"</span><br/><br/>Lydia points out,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">"Because he's seven feet tall."</span>She didn't have a measuring tape, but Gnosh certainly fit the 'big stupid one' prototype. Well, all the orcs did, but Gnosh *really* did.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"Ha ha. You small, Plark. Go work!"</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"You shut up, Rock-head!"</span>But grumbling he moves in the direction of the door.<br/><br/>Then, Lydia relocates near the edge of the barge, screening the orc's path from the woman on the shore. A hooded figure moves from the door behind her to lower the gangplank for Jenine to board.