Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190216213512/@comment-37523810-20190303042449

Vez’nan heard a knock at the door. It seemed the rest of the officials were here.

After a while, the three Elves and Dragon heard the sound of footsteps from the deck above them as the boarding party arrived. Someone spoke up with a deep voice, probably the inspector. The conversation was muffled but intelligible.

R: Good evening, gentlemen! Welcome to the SV Alabaster. My name is Captain Roran.

I: Do you have identification for this ship, captain?

R: Yes, of course.

I: ...This is a small trades vessel?

R: Yes sir. Though I must say, I did not know that-

I: What’s the cargo?

R: Erm... wine! Yes, I have a delivery for Sempra Trading Co. and-

I: Wine? A Cyzurean ship, from one of the coldest isles in the known world, is exporting wine to Zipangu?

R: It’s down below, if you’d like a taste.

“Shhhh! You’re giving me away! Get out of here, before-“ The boy was suddenly tackled by a small, grey Werewolf as the two fell to the ground. The Werewolf girl pinned the boy down before starting to lick his face. “Gotcha! I win again!” The boy laughed and pouted at the same time, trying to get her off of him. “No fair! I was distracted!”