"If this Sigil place is as bad as ye say, I'd be more comfortable with a few more axes and strong men ta hold 'em. But ye gotta dig with the tool ye've got. About this 'longboat', though - does it take men ta sail it, or is that up ta us as well? And has it got a cannon?" Rothgar eyed the remains of the mead bottle; it had taken heavy action during this meeting, and didn't look like it was going to survive to the end of it. He stayed his hand, though. No need to reinforce that particular dwarven stereotype too heavily in front of new mates.<br/><br/>He scratched his head with one jagged fingernail, found a louse, and discarded it on the deck. "We're gonna need somethin' ta carry this milk in, too. It'd be jest my luck ta get all the way there and crack the bottle by mishap. Food and ale for the journey. Whatever passes for maps in this place. Some gold ta make the trip a little easier, if ports around here are anything like the ones at home." He'd reached the end of his mental list, but knew there was probably a lot more that he'd missed.