P...Please don't kill me. I just follow orders! We're sailing to the capital of Vrynn. Clearly scared of the three men who decimated his sailors, the minor leader begins to sob as he begs for his life.
As his sobbing dwindles, Gammoan hears a door slam open and footsteps descend down stairs in the distance.
We know you are there, Scum! Release your captives and return to your cell and no further harm shall befall you.The voice is gruff, laced with a thick dwarven accent and carries down the hallway and into the bilge room exit with you.
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Listen (1d20+1=10, 1d20+2=7, 1d20+3=6) Wow the dice hated most of you
Vrynn is the name of the country, Knowledge Local if you care to know more.
I assume you are all in the room during the questioning, since you've all talked to him. Let me know if I'm mistaken about that.[/spoiler]