Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31749612-20170528192558/@comment-28718853-20170619095451

Hunter gives the downstairs area a thorough scan. He looks under benches, checks cabinets, peers in drawers. "Jeril, you in here!?" he calls out.

He opens the door to a room he hadn't checked and this one made him stay with interest. There was a small one-person bed, though it was on one side against the wall and the blanket was on the other side. Sitting under a table that was against the corner was a small vial containing a brown liquid and another spyglass, one that didn't have a shattered lens. Hanging off of the wall was what looked like a crossbow from the medieval era, but there were no arrows to be found anywhere, so it was probably just a decoration. Either way, he felt that he could probably craft some arrows using that bench he found.

He reaches under the table and grabs the vial, reading the label and it's contents. It was some kind of poison, giving Hunter the impression that there was an assassin on the ship at one time before it got wrecked.