<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTRyEXuXMJgi-XCzouqS6y76mCOQylKoyi335SlK_K7HyrCqL8ZvA)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Deshco Corran<br/><strong>Location:</strong>finally free!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>open<br/><hr/><br/>Deshco heard a voice giving an order, and seeing the crates moving and the barrels rolling, he was on it. After all, desert life required rope working, and he was good with rope. Helping the men struggling to contain the crates and barrels, he started pulling the ropes around the restrained cargo, working with several others to get the ropes tight enough and everything secured. Every once in a while, a sudden swear in his native tongue cut through the din, as the rough rope bit him from time to time. Soon though, he had a rhythm worked out with the other sailors, and they had most of the cargo secured before he caught sight of the dragon.<br/><br/>Great Gods of the sands! he said in his native tongue, collapsing to his knee. He almost released the rope he held, but managed to keep a hold. It wasn't until the others noticed before he started laughing, earning him a few odd looks. The dragons were real! they weren't just stories of legend and myth! While everyone else may have been in a panic, Deshco was in awe. He lived for the old tales and legends of his people. So, seeing confirmation of one part of his childhood, it made him laugh. However, he got back to work securing the last of the cargo, trying to focus on the task at hand, trying not to stop and stare at the dragon flying overhead.<br/><br/><hr/>Common<br/>Haas-Filoth