"Gambling- Greeneye, I've told you before this never ends well." Silvertongue stood up. "Falun- um," Silvertongue started. "How much is Greeneyes' debt? I'll pay for it." His muzzle scrunched up as the putrid stench of stale ale assaulted his senses.
He pulled out a coin purse. "I do apologize...
"Oh, Hell's Teeth!" Greeneye cursed, swiping the bottle and popping the cork off with his hook, greedily guzzling it's contents down in a matter of seconds before slamming it down and wiping his mouth. "I ain't out of it yet. We'll go again, an' I'll beat ye." He reached into his pocket, as if...
Silvertongue was still slipping in and out of consciousness and collapsed onto the deck as soon as he was separated from Ralynn and Morgan. He struggled to his feet, gripping the rails and leaning over to cough up lungfuls of seawater. "Oh, Gods..." He groaned, stumbling back. A crewbeast ran...
Silvertongue paced nervously back and forth. Two hours had passed and the crew, along with Talinn, were waiting for Morgan and Vihma's 'performance' to begin.
"Alright, it'll be just like we practiced. We've got this. It's only the entire crew that we're performing for!"
"Again, I don't...