by tumblingdice » Wed Sep 28, 2011 2:19 am
Kalanos raises his eyebrows at Soldath's request? "Fishin' pole? Somewheres around here, I imagine," he says as he rummages through the spare oars in the bottom of the boat. Finding one, he hands it to you. "If you can scare up somethin' to use as bait, be my guest."
One of the rowers stops what he's doing and turns to Soldath. "You fish?" he asks. "Once, in this very river, I caught a brook trout, musta been 'bout this big." The fellow holds his hands up about 18 inches apart.
"That's nothing!" another one replies. "Why, last year, I pulled in a..."
And so it starts.
There's room for one more of you in the back. Please get yourselves positioned, and then we can get this boat moving. There will be plenty of time for fish stories, dirty jokes and naughty work songs--in both Thyatian and Traladaran--once you're on the water.
Get thee to the dungeon. Get thee to the dungeon forthwith. Pass not the barbican. Amass not 200 GP.