Re: Sea of Fallen Stars IC
Gildor
As Gildor neatly scales the (surprisingly) well rigged netting, he gets a first hand look at the sails crew as they bustle about the rigging. While most seem to be typical burly sailors, well suited to the life on the waters while braving wind and wave, there are others that some downright scrawny - definately not what one would ever call a strong sailor.
These men cramble amazingly quickly through their tasks, far faster than you would have thought ever possibly through the maze of rigging. One thing remains the same though, al eyes lie upon the cook and Zorlax below. One of the scawny men sniggers to himself and blurts out, "Likes like that lad is bout ta' meet the Doc's temper!
"Can it Nesk! Doc's got a sharp aim with those kitchen knives of his."
Zorlax
"Oy lad... Ye just had ta go and made it hard on yerself didn't ya? Look here boy, I could right easily throw ye off the deck here. Ye won't make the swim back ta shore lad, there's plenty a lovely critters that be under the waters here. That little web trick o' yers ain't too hard ta figure out me boyo. Thing is lad, you forget me friend here.
With this he hefts the massive cleaver. How exactly he knows about your intentions is downright strange, and probably more than a little unsettling. At the very least, you can tell this big burly chef is not at all intimidated in the slightest by your threat.