Meeting the wanderer

[Anastasia]

"You don't say everything at one, My Ladyshipness, you build it up like a story and tell it," The old man says, "He'd say oaths to him sometimes, I think he revered him, ma'am."

[Iron Dragoon]

"You've been stuck at sea for days, alone, after a group of monsters abducted your entire crew and when faced with a mage who travels with a dragon, your first instinct for a response to questions is to... Tell a story? After you were told your avoidance had been noticed?"

Alyssa gives him an odd look.

"I can't tell if you're simply that foolish or if you were playing a game and over played your hand. Tell me true, to whom do you pray? I have a suspicion already."

[Anastasia]

"D-don't rightly pray to much of anyone, ma'am, 'cept when it's the right time to. Like to Selune or Shaundakul when going on a journey or Lliira before going gambling, Your Ladyshpness!"

[Iron Dragoon]

"Oh calm down. If I wanted you overboard, you would be. I just wanted clear answers to my questions. I'm on a pilgrimage of sorts for Shaundakul, and he led me here. I have a suspicion as to why, but you need to answer me plainly. Were you simply a slack deckhand, or did the captain rely on you for more when the crew did more than grumble and in ports?"

[Anastasia]

"No ma'am! I'm just a deckhand! I'm trying to get enough money for booze at ports, that's it! Don't got nothing that isn't on the sea!" The old man blurts out again and again.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Be calm, you're safe. I'm not some tyrant that harms people randomly. That sort is in the Mageocracy. Put together a list of the crew names as best you can; it'll be helpful in finding the families of those lost. Or finding out if they still live, captive somewhere."

[Anastasia]

"Y-yes, your Superior Miss Ladyshipness!" Is what the old sailor blurts out, held in the air.

[Iron Dragoon]

I put him down like, a while ago: http://www.soulriders.net/forum/index.php/topic,104251.msg1138682.html#msg1138682

[Anastasia]

Fair point.

"Y-yes, your Superior Miss Ladyshipness!" Is what the old sailor blurts out, falling onto his rear again.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa waves him up.

"Don't cower, it's unbecoming. I suspect you're more than you seem, but you're not one of mine and your hand is yours to play as you wish. Be thankful to Shaundakul for my finding you, regardless. Let's inspect the rest of the ship and cargo. All of the cargo. I don't doubt there's a smuggling hole or two somewhere. We've still got a fairly long trip to make, so do your best to work on that crew list as we go. Do you know the name of the contact he had in the Mageocracy?"

[Anastasia]

"I might know the holes or two," The old sailor admits, "Can't say I do, the Cap's business is his own." Getting up now and rubbing his rear as Ianvasah tugs it on, "I'll show you what I know."

Going to search the ship in the meantime?

[Iron Dragoon]

Which part is he responding to for the 'Can't sai I do, the Cap's business'? The Mageocracy Contact?

And yes, searching the ship, while watching this guy. No one's this clueless on a ship.

[Anastasia]

Correct.

Gimme a Perception check for searching the entire ship as you go, just for reference.

[Iron Dragoon]

Perception/Cunning Knowledge:

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+66 : 13 + 66, total 79[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

The cargo is in order, untouched. Besides some scattered possessions presumably of the sailors, you find a few cubbyholes. The first has a bag with about a dozen sealed vials, tucked away firmly. The second has a small box with a brown powder in it. The third and last looks to be a trio of books, wrapped in twine and kept closely together.