11-30-2015, 12:42 PM
*Holding a bundle of long wooden planks over his shoulder and a sack of tools, Swiggins returns to the docks looking like he hasn't sleep for a couple days but still seems to be in a good enough mood to whistle a light tune. He spots the pair at the docks and unloads his supplies next to his ship before speaking out.*
"Starting to think folk are real clutter-headed if they keep coming to me neck of the port. Ain't much reason for any to come out here 'cept to find a way off this isle or to find a good place for the ale. Unless ya came this way to speak to the Cap'n again?"
*Swiggins takes up his tools and begins to work some siding to his boat carefully while still keeping an ear open.*
"Starting to think folk are real clutter-headed if they keep coming to me neck of the port. Ain't much reason for any to come out here 'cept to find a way off this isle or to find a good place for the ale. Unless ya came this way to speak to the Cap'n again?"
*Swiggins takes up his tools and begins to work some siding to his boat carefully while still keeping an ear open.*
(OOG: Christian Kimmerer - Medical Marshal)