"Oh. Da boss is dis thinling in robes an' banages." Speaking with the care of someone who isn't quite sure how a word is pronounced, "His name is 'Sethos the Im-peck-uh-bull.' Can't miss 'im." Big Gaurok Mountain-Eater walked up the gangplank, stepping as gingerly as a creature weighting the better part of a ton possibly can. The gnoblar perched on his shoulder stuck its tongue out at Edrik and made a rude noise.

It never occurred to Gaurok that Captain Edrik probably didn't know that ogres called anything smaller than themselves 'thinling.' Content in his own, very focused world, he sat down with his back to the mast. Scrabblit managed to get clear before he got squished beneath his master, but just barely. Survival instinct ticked.

"I gots a bit o' meat frum da udder day, boss." Scrabblit held up an entire roast chicken, previously hidden in his bribe sack. Gaurok took it and chewed it peacefully, the bones making a muted crunching sound. It didn't last long.

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"There are three kinds of plan. The fast plan, the good plan, and the sneaky plan. The fast plan works because by the time anyone knows you're there, you're already stabbing them in the face. The good plan works because they know you're going to stab them in the face, but they can't do anything about it. The sneaky plan works because while you were listening to me explain all this, I stole your sandwich."