OR...another option arrives.<br/><br/>A crotchety old man with sunken in grey eyes with a white beard that went to his chest, a gaunt-like figure who held a gnarled-twisted cane in his hand, and a young man about in his mid-twenties with brown hair, blue-eyes, neatly shaven, and wore the clothes of a merchant from the South were near a coastal traderr.<br/><br/>"Gah you idiot, why did you tell the crew they were free to leave, they just walked up and left," the old man says and swats the younger man with his cane.<br/><br/>"Hey," he says as he jumps when the cane hits him, "I'm sorry okay, it isn't like I had a choice, the crew wants nothing to do with going past Lookshy, afraid of ghosts and what-not."<br/><br/>The old man sighs, "You whipper snappers are so weak, when I was your age..."<br/><br/>The young man hung his head, "Here we go again."