Meeting the wanderer

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa floats back over to the entrance of the room and decides to simply knock on the door frame to wake him up.

[Anastasia]

"Mgh...?!" The old man blinks and looks up, staring. "Ah! I'm saved," he gasps, managing to stumble his way out of his hammock.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa folds her arms and waits for him to get himself sorted out, but is still cautious of an unknown person.

"So it seems. What happened?"

[Anastasia]

"Pardon me speaking, ma'am, but we were bushwacked! These scaly things came out of the depths, like us but scaly and slimy, broken the ship and had everyone follow them into the ocean. No one put up a fight! I only got away because they missed me below decks. Stayed quiet as a mouse, didn't find me." The old man says.

[Iron Dragoon]

"You're not safe yet. I'm going into the water."

With that, she takes off at top speed to get underwater with Ianvasah.

[Anastasia]

"W-wait," The old mans houts as you run back onto the deck, finding Ianvasah circling the ship.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa heads towards her, calling out when she gets close enough.

"A lone survivor says that scaly, slimy humanoid-ish creatures came out of the water to break the ship and take the rest of the crew. It's a bit of an iffy story, but keep an eye out, just in case. Since I didn't find you fighting, I'm going to get some more information from him."

[Anastasia]

"You bet your sweet ass you will!" The old man runs up, screaming, "Now wait just one minute, Miss...." A full stop as he comes to a stop on the deck, staring up at Ianvasah, face coming from righteous rage to terror one inch at a time.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa raises an eyebrow, crosses her arms, and descends.

"What I and my sweet ass will do is decide whether or not you leave here, and what you will do is answer my questions in as clear, concise, and respectful a manner as you can muster. Considering you've been here for what seems days, I doubt you have a way off of your ship without us."

[Anastasia]

"Well, bugger me like a kobold," the old man mutters, "I'm fucked six ways to Waukeen, aren't I? You got it, ma'am. Clear, concise and respectful it is." He takes a big breath and pointedly looks at you rather than Ianvasah.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Go through the events of what happened, step by step. There's not much damage I can see beyond the mast of the ship, and how did they get the entire crew? There's not much sign of fighting."

Alyssa takes a moment to inspect the mast of the ship, attempting to figure out what level of spell would be needed to repair it.

[Anastasia]

"They just talked to them and they obeyed. Magic, I bet my life on it," The old man says, firmly.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa seems dubious.

"Describe them, as detailed as you can."

[Anastasia]

"Green, slimy and scaly. Like fish. Human sized," The man says, "Muscular. More like that one dwarf I say. Old Medoran would work shirtless and it was nothing but muscle. Shame his poor ass never could tan. Real shame, he was always as red as fire."

[Iron Dragoon]

Is this enough for a K check to ID these things?