<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246068.msg12182634#msg12182634">Quote from: Tamhansen on 25-03-2016, 16:53:46</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Fishguts looks at Dwayne. "Ah, so you must be what Scourge sent me to 'elp aye?" He waved around. "Lucky for you, most of the food's done. Just make sure it don't burn. Come 'ere boy, lets get some 'air on that there lady chest of yours."  He grabbed a bottle of rum, and poured them both a shot. "I've been on this ship way too long kid, and it ain't all good either." Ambrose spends the next two hours rambling about his past, and finally dozes off, giving Dwayne a chance to look around. As he bumps into Sandara, she looks at him conspiratorially. "Shh. shut up don't talk about our Bosun like that. He's a fine man." She whispered "Never know who's listening. When you go downstairs tonight, I left a package in your locker. Don't go until after dinner though or someone'll suspect you. Remember you have friends aboard. We cannot do much now, but when the time is right I'll stand with your group"  And with that she walks off.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Dwayne scratched his head, wondering who these friends could be, but this boded well if true.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246068.msg12178127#msg12178127">Quote from: Skynet on 24-03-2016, 00:26:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Thank you for the effort," Izora replied. "No need, cold chocolate is just as fine."<br/><br/>Taking a bite out of it, a smile lit up her face. "Back in Garund, a good bar could fetch upwards of five gold pieces. I kept a few on me in my better days, but I didn't expect to have it here of all places!"<br/><br/>She laughed. "Remind me to keep you around. I could get used to this."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Dwayne smiled, glad to see his work appreciated. "Anytime. Who knows, we might end up making port somewhere else that sells them. Hopefully we'll have some cash by then. I'll do what I can in the meantime. Let me know if you have any other requests. Oh and uh..." Dwayne looked down at the ground for a second, seeming a bit nervous before exhaling and looking back at her and smiling slightly awkwardly. "Never mind, I uh, forgot what I had to say."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolled 12 Diplomancy</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2016-03-27 15:52:57, Dwayne (uid: 58701) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87042)</div></div><br/>Later that night he'd go over to the quartermaster again. "Ahoy, Quartermaster Grok. How<del>was</del>...be?... be tonight's grub? Just dropped by to say<del>hell</del>...'yo ho'?" Dwayne paused for a second. "Okay, you've probably guessed I haven't been on the seas much. How'd you end up here by the way?"<br/><br/>Afterwards Dwayne went back to his locker. He wished he had prepared Detect Magic in case there were Explosive Runes or something like that waiting for him. He looked around to make sure he was alone and then tried to open the locker from 25 feet away, putting in the key and turning it, and opening his locker with Mage Hand.