>>6090812Another contender on board? The brute points out a woman standing on the opposite end of the ship from where you were. She was clad in oversized and shabby green armor. The sort that could not be comfortable to wear in these conditions. You’d seen the woman when you were boarding, but you had no idea she was also planning to compete. By her appearance, you’d assumed she had been hired on as security for the ship’s cargo and passengers. At a first glance, you thought her to be somewhat unimpressive. But if she were making a perilous journey such as this, then surely she must have some measure of skill?
At the ship’s helm was its captain. A pale sort with white hair. You’d never gotten his name, but the other sailors seemed to treat him with a great measure of respect. So, he’d been to Morfis several times in the past? Apparently that was a rarity, even amongst those who called the far-off desert their home. Perhaps he might have some helpful information for what lay ahead.
You turn back towards the deckhand, but find that he has already left your company. He stands several feet away from you, swabbing the deck and whistling a tune while seemingly avoiding eye-contact. Evidently you’d made somewhat of a lasting impression on him.
>A): Speak with the green-armored woman.>B): Speak with the ship’s captain.>C): You’ve had enough fresh air and socializing for one day. Head to the ship’s depths and begin sleeping the booze away. 