Harol Glazer<br/><br/>Harlo accepted the bowl of... stuff... and found a place near therail with some others and started to eat whatever was in the dowl. "Had worse stew... of course, it would help if this was stew." he said with a little laugh. He picked up the mug from the deck and brought it to his lips, but stopped at the last moment. With care, he put the mug back down... Drinking had gotten him into this mess, and he didn't want to know what they might of put into this to keep the new crew quiet during the night.<br/><br/>He unobtrusively placed a finger in the cup as he moved it back just a little, the whole while, he concentrated for a moment and as he shifted his leg to cover the effect, the mug suddenly began to overflow as he forced twice as much pure water into the cup as it could hold... hopefully deluting, if not replacing whatever was in the cup... He would have to try to get a lemon from the cook or quartermaster later...<br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Using a spell like ability to replace or delute the grog with pure water. He can produce up to 2 gallons per CL, but he only wants aabout a quart of water. (Create Water)<br/><br/></div></div><br/>Wet decks wouldn't seem out of place, he was fairly sure, as he brought the cup to his lips and drained it in a single pull. He made a face, "Weakest grog I've ever tasted!" he said to those closest to him. "Gotta empty the ol' peg leg gentlemen." he said and stood and deposited the mug and plate  at the appropriate location and looked at the dice game."Got room for one more there fellows?" he asked as he shook an empty pouch, "I'll wager on the next share of loot we get."