Diego listened intently as Jal started to go on about the map and its history. Diego already knew the bare bones of this, he had thought to journey for the treasure at one point, but without a map, it would only end in disappointment. As Jal started to tell the story of Vendomur, Diego's fingers started to pluck out a different song on his lute, it picked up tempo and the dark, sadness of the song morphed into something brighter, almost gallant. A tune fit for a great adventure. While Jal's words echoed in his head, Diego's mind journeyed elsewhere to an imaginary future where he was back on the seas, having dangerous adventures with a crew of his own. Suddenly it went back to his past, an image of him standing in the crow's nest with the lookout, looking down upon his men as they lazed about in the sun, their duties done for the day and no ships in sight.<br/><br/><span style="color: YellowGreen">Even better, my ship is loaded so we can get under way immediately. No fuss, no worry. If nothing else, what do we have to lose?</span><br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">I am definitely interested in such an expedition if you would have me. Just let me grab a few things.</span>"<br/><br/>Diego looked over at the bartender and shouted, "I'm going to be out for a while, make sure my tavern is as beautiful as it is now when I get back. I don't want to have to stain the floor with blood again." Diego let out a hearty laugh as he walked into a back room behind the bar.<br/><br/>Hanging from a rack were a series of swords, many of them decorative pieces of metal with no blade. What Diego reached for was a very unmpressive piece on the rack. It was a large blade one could tell but it was wrapped in a thick layer of leather. One could see the hilt, decorated with a large skull with what looked like sapphires for eyes. The handle was wrapped in a leather, dyed a deep blue but worn with age and use. The thick wrapping of leather prevented one from seeing the blade. Diego attached this piece to his belt. He was about to leave the room before he reached up and touched his head. He haad forgotten his most prized possession. He kicked open a seemingly nondescript crate in the room and looked inside. It was seeming filled nothing but rags but with a quick bit of excavation, Diego fished out his old captain's hat. He placed it on his head, feeling the familiar weight before heading out and meeting the group.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">I'm ready whenever you are Jal.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>