<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/intermediary/f/79b95837-b04c-43bb-aff0-ee25434a43cc/d5aoevw-199942cb-005b-4d50-b1d2-929f365a8bc8.jpg/v1/crop/w_247,h_350,x_0,y_0,scl_0.38629283489097,q_70,strp/ambrose_kroop_by_liarath_d5aoevw-350t.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Ambrose Kroop</span><br/><br/>As Mara enters the galley, the stink of foodstuffs mixed with livestock and a healthy amount of alcohol comes her way. She is met by a sad looking fat ugly man with questionable personal hygiene and way too much alcohol on his breath for an early morning. "Ah. You must be what Plugg sent me to help out. My, he really couldn't have gotten you dressed beforehand? I mean, not that i mind the view, but I doubt you'll be much use if you keep your arms in front of yourself like that."<br/><br/>He points towards the back of the galley. "Squeeze through there to see Grok, the quartermaster. She'll get you something decent to wear. Then report back here, and I'll get you started on today's tasks."<br/><br/>