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Harth had stuck with Caleb after his processing just as he usually did on the ship. After the stranger Vaskandar advertised the Three Tails Inn and Caleb mused the affirmative out loud, Harth [b][color=B6A99B]"Agreed. Let’s go where there’s work to be done. Then, let's get a move on before it fills up with [i]all[/i] these fellows here..."[/color][/b] Then he elbow-nudged Caleb. [b][color=B6A99B]"And some ale never did anyone any harm, eh. Figuratively speaking."[/color][/b]

He stood up to get his stated move on, but then the sea in his head rocked the earth the other way again, and he stumbled into a barrel of salt herrings, almost knocking it over. [b][color=B6A99B]"On second thought, maybe we should skip the ale for now. Just some good old fashioned sitting. [i]Still[/i], for me. Bloody boats. How do people...?"[/color][/b] he grumbled a bit as he waited on the rest, leaning heavily on his walking stick.