Tamarin was silent for a moment.
"You looked liked you needed it, before I saw those leathers. But it is no matter." Tam almost asked why Vyrian hid herself so, then stopped himself.
"The ship is full of lusty crewmen. I am but a passenger like yourself, as is Gelik. But I am a man - I imagine you might prefer the company of another lady." Tam was guessing, but from the many comments made by the crew he'd overheard of brothels and whores, he felt compelled to look after this new passenger. The olive skinned woman was aboard. Even in dwarven society, which was virtually all Tam was intimately familiar with, women seemed to flock together, feeling more comfortable and talkative in each other's company.
"There is another woman aboard, an olive skinned woman of great beauty. I caught a glimpse of her as we left the port of Mandibar. I have not seen her since, but I know she is aboard, with Captain Kovack." Tam thought it strange he'd not seen hide nor hair of her. Perhaps she was the Captain's concubine. Tam was learning quickly of sea life from the constant mutterances of the crew. All aboard were lonely for the company of a woman. He supposed a successful captain would bring his own woman, but shield her from the crew.
"Perhaps if we visited the captain, you could meet her," he offered.
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The Red Condor shrieked at Sir Darvig in full wrath. Wings flapped storms of fire across the sky. "The Mage-God grows in power swifter than it appears to Paladine. This I know. A warning," Sargonnas told Darvigl, "for you to give to Paladine in your prayers."
“I will,” Darvig uttered.