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There's not much navigating between the brig and the stern, just a hallway that curves around a room labeled '<span class="mu-s">Quartermaster's</span> Cabin', which seems to have gotten no use at all any time recently, and down to another narrow corridor that ends with a wooden door. You put an ear to it first, but don't hear anything on the other side.
You open the door and move cautiously into the room, shutting it behind you as quietly as you're able. There are a fe-
<span class="mu-i">WHU-SHINGG-WHUSH-WHUSH-WHUSH-TCH</span>
You duck just in time to avoid a spinning hatchet that whirs through the air on an elliptical path and back into the claw of a black furred <span class="mu-s">Goriya</span> warrior, just a little smaller in stature than the <span class="mu-s">Quartermaster</span> you saw earlier. He has a sword in his other hand, with angry red eyes and yellow fangs bared in hatred. His outfit is practical for his profession, combining linens and a black, sleeveless leather duster with leather bracers and some pouches at his hip.
<span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-i">"GGGRRRRGRRGRARRGH!</span></span>
The canid pirate snarls angrily. <span class="mu-r">"How'd ya slip yer cage?! Drop yer weapon or I'll gut ya where ya stand, scalp ya, make a mop of yer hair, and have ya cleanin' up the mess with it until we get to <span class="mu-s">Onox</span>!"</span> He threatens in a low, grizzly, guttural voice dripping with venom.
The cabin is twelve yards wide and almost as long from where you stand in the left corner to the rear wall, which is set across with large windows overlooking the inky black ocean waves beyond. There is a large desk in the center, and in the opposite corner from you, on the right side of the room, there's a comfortable looking bed. The left and right walls feature some bookshelves and you see a few footlockers also. Illumination is provided by six evenly placed metal lanterns that are affixed to the walls. The <span class="mu-s">Captain</span> is standing on top of the desk, and as you regard him with your cutlass held up before you, a familiar violet tool catches your eye from the surface of the desk, laying atop some papers between the creature's clawed feet: the <span class="mu-s">Lens of Truth</span>!
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