Shipping Out June 11th 830pmish

[Gustav Von Schattenkrieger]

*Drakkon heads down to the docks with a pack on his back and his left arm is held in a manner for Lilith to slip her hand through as they walk along the docks towards a long boat bobbing in the water at the end of one of them.  He is wearing no armour as his weapons and armour are strapped to the pack.  He wears a fresh pair of pants and tunic bearing the crimson skull over crimson swords at the collar on either side of the opening.   His expression is a neutral one with his attention focused straight ahead on the long boat and it's occupants*

[NPC_Rio]

* Tel'Amon waits idly by the docks, and rises when he sees the two approach. He nods solemnly to Drakkon, his expression serious. *

[Gustav Von Schattenkrieger]

*Drakkon continues to lead Lilith along the docks up to where Tel'Amon is waiting for them and returns the nod.  When they are within arms reach Drakkon uses his free hand to carefully draw his cutlass, tosses up in the air slightly, and catches it by the bell guard hook at the rear of the blade and holds it out to Tel'Amon.  The silver gleams in the dying light and along the very sharp looking edge of the blade*

I will not insult ye by sayin' yer blade ain't good enough, but, I offer ye the use of my blade for the duration of the time I'll be away.  Ye can hand it back ta me upon my return.  It's done me well in the couple of years I've owned it and will serve ya well if'n ya'd use it.  If not, then may yer arm never grow tired, may yer mind never become dull, and kill'em all and take what was their's.

*Stands waiting to see what Tel's response will be*

[Oliver Freki]

*Mason approaches the docks cautiously and spots Drakkon and Lilith holding hands.*
" Hey Drakkon where do the sails take you this time? "
*Mason nods towards Tel'Amon and Lilith*

[Gustav Von Schattenkrieger]

*Glances over his shoulder at Mason and nods a greeting*

I don't know, kid. Wherever the winds of fate blow.

*Turns his attention back to Tel'Amon*

Accept the offer or else I make it to the kid.

[NPC_Rio]

* Tel regards the blade, and meets Drakkon's eyes. *

"I'll be here to hand it back to you: so you'd better make it back."

* He reaches out, and grasps the hilt firmly, accepting the blade. *

[Gustav Von Schattenkrieger]

*Moves his hand away and gives a nod*

I'll be back in seven ta nine weeks if'n all goes well. I do get shore leave from time ta time an' have some reasons ta come back ta this hole ya know.

*Shifts so that he and Lilith can see both Tel'Amon and Mason better while turning his attention to Mason*

We go wherever the Captain deems it. Some times it's planned an' sometimes it's spur of the moment. Sometimes he shares what's on his mind and sometimes he plays his cards very close to his chest. One never knows with that sneaky bugger.

Anyways, it's time ta be off. Thanks to the two of ye for seein' me off whether ye meant ta or not. One other tried ta come with earlier and was told no by the one's that matter. Nice ta see I have some support in these parts. See ya around, chums.

[Bossova Vennirik]

Leaning quietly over the railing of his ship, Swiggins listens for awhile before knocking on the wood a few times to gain the attention of those gathered.

"Another trip into her glorious watery embrace eh Drakkon? Be takin' care and may the depths grace ya travels with smooth sailing. Here, be taking one o' these. Had a few bottles tucked away for travelling."

With a hefty toss from the railing a bottle sails through air towards Drakkon.

"Bring us a tale or two when ya come ashore again."

[Lilith Caia]

Lilith turns to face Drakkon, still holding his hand. "You come back, you hear me? In one piece." She squeezes his hand.

[Gustav Von Schattenkrieger]

*Catches the bottle releasing the hand in order to do so, puts it down on the dock, and turns to Lilith again looking down at her*

I'll do my best. Can't promise no more.

*Takes her head gently in his hands and kisses her forehead before scooping up the bottle, turning, and boarding the long boat when he reaches it. He sits in the front at the nose of the vessel facing back towards the dock and the boat is pushed away from it. The long boat moves away from the docks quickly as the men crewing it use strong oar strokes to move them along. Drakkon raises a hand at one point and holds it up for a moment before getting too far away to be seen*