Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160407172439/@comment-25547106-20160411203637

As they were speaking, Dreadnought interjects, chuckling. "Well I'll be damned! You look like a drowned rat, honey!" he calls out, looking out over port. (I think Port is Left, I could be wrong, though.) He then reaches over the side, taking care not to tip the boat and hoists a small woman on-board. Agarian quickly recognizes her as a Hobgoblin, though in peculiar dress for one. She was clad in plate armor from the waist down, a chainmail top with a shoulder guard, plate mail gauntlets, and an immense wooden club. Needless to say, all the rest of her was standard for a Hobgoblin.