<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/NS0l6J6.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Asgregith Brickbrew (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2458779)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Dwarf Gunslinger</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>48/48<br/><strong>AC:</strong>19<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+11<hr/><br/>"Hmph. Diseased ship. Not paying a single copper. Aye from me." Asgregith added in her usual short form answers, after the rest of the crew had slowly gathered in their usual chaotic fashion. The incredibly drunk halfling only got a glare back, wordlessly calling her out for daring to be such a lightweight, but she also didn't refuse the challenge. What dwarf would? Talk turned again and again to the captain's junk, and the dwarf just sighed annoyed. Maybe she'd have to find out what the big - or small - deal was with it after all one of these days, though considering he was sadly cursed with being half knife-ear, she feared it was the latter. Maybe that was why he made a good captain, though? Compensation? No matter.<br/><br/>"Captain, your bird got fatter again." She noted after the parrot had crashed more than landed in her eyes. She could sympathize with the fairy, really. If a Roc was trying to turn Asgregith into its mate, she'd have shot it dead three times over, no matter who it belonged to. The booze fairy really had the patience of a saint. A pirate alcohol saint. "Only speak dwarven and common. Haven't had time to pick wave-speech up yet. I'll just be careful who's listening." A glance through the room again. Anyone trying to spy on the hardened crew would end up drowning in their own blood, no matter who it was.<br/><br/>"I'll check the piers. And defenses. See how we can knock them out. Probably human stonework, so it'll be shoddy. Which part of the pier is the target on?"<br/><br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:</strong><br/>