Some on board might spend their (apparently considerable) free time training for<em>Adventure!</em>or otherwise finding ways to burn off calories. Ogzi, however, spent his snarling under his breath about his dire need for a better agent.<em>Oh, he's a hobling, he can take the aft quarters, there's plenty of room for them</em>. Fucking humans, bet they've never had to sleep with their feet hanging off one side of the bunk. And his roomate! Give it a rest with the Jhik tracts, brother!<br/><br/>...This didn't stop Ogzi from reading the things, even as he meandered the aisles of the airship, and snickering at the notion of Adventuring being a scheme by gnomes and their doom-waffle loving servants in rival churches. "<strong>Heh. <em>Doom-waffles</em>,</strong>" he chortled, slapping the closed pamphlet against one green palm, then flicking it out into the open air, to be found by some unfortunate mud-farmer in the land below.<br/><br/>He could have sworn that more people had piled onto this airboat than he saw now... or maybe he was just to engrossed in the ridiculous little comic to have noticed them? it happens sometimes. he poked out his tongue, blowing a little raspberry into the air as he leaned on the railing, taking in the landscape as it scrolled by below