<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/ae2011d2d9f5cb251a71741e389dffd9/tumblr_p04fsfLjAm1tk4029o2_r1_1280.jpg)</div>Gaz the Lionslayer would have never imagined that getting<em>off</em>the boat would be more difficult than getting on. Sure, she and the nine members of her clan that had come with her had sneaked aboard in the dead of night, but the mooring ropes were<em>slippery</em>! Staying aboard the boat hadn't been that easy either, especially after they had been found out. But it was what it was, and after a few hours of making sure the goblins were "colonists,," the processed moved towards another good while of Gaz and her company arguing about who got what name. And of course there was poor Greyfoot, who was deathly afraid of having his name written down and who tried to eat the ledger to get his soul back...<br/><br/>By hook or by crook though, they got through it... Just in time to go meet the local lords. A little late on that, actually. No matter. Gaz thumped her lieutenant Marblefang on the head and pointed him towards the shore; with the sort of noises only a pack of goblins can make, the tribe rushed towards the shore, happy to terrorize the local mollusks and crustaceans as Gaz took on duties official-like. She was, after all, the chosen one! She strode down the street of the little town, drawing stares, whispers and inspiring a few shuttered doors. She knew the locals were impressed! She made sure that her lucky tail didn't drag by tossing it up and over her shoulder, pinned under her hammer. That this left part of her rear end exposed didn't bother her at all. As she got more stares, she actually strutted a bit, the rest of the way up to the mayoral manor.<br/><br/>Gaz looked up at the other woman, committing them to memory; they were here, so they must be important too! She ignored the gawking of the farmers as they dispersed, and thumped her knuckles against her chest when the men introduced themselves.<strong>"Gaz! The Lionslayer! I am chosen warrior of the Skinny Jackal Clan, now the Rickety Boat Clan."</strong>She says all this as if her name and clan ought to be famous the world over. Formalities done, she claims a pillow when offered, setting her hammer behind her and sitting with her legs out, cat's tail draped over her lap.<br/><br/>She listened, one long ear perking upwards.<strong>"<em>Tchk</em>, sorcery is always bad news. I'll help!"</strong>She looked over the other semi-volunteers, and beaming a big smile to them all.<strong>"You look like you will need it. But!"</strong>She pokes a finger into the air, looking at the mayor.<strong>"I help, and you help to find a place for Rickety Boat clan; maybe in town, maybe somewhere else, dunno. We're few, and need a new home." </strong><br/><br/>So saying, she stood, using her hammer to push herself up off the cushion.