| Soon the vixen's ears do indeed overhear something interesting.....that
may indeed be related to the were-bear mage that she, Fred, and her unborn
children's hopes of rejoining humankind hang upon. Disturbingly enough,
it revolves around the subject that the gate guard queried them about before
entering this armpit of a town!
"......I tell you," a gravelly voice says quietly. "I was there! We
were burying our loot, as calm as you please. The Captain had found this
uncharted islend and had come to the conclusion that it was a perfect hiding
place for the last raid on the city of Panaras. Only, we had NO idea that
it was what now's called.....the Isle of Dragon Moreau! We turned around
and found ourselves surrounded by these beast men dressed like those savage....whatcha
call them?.......Indians from that land those Spainish and Anglanders kept
on trying and failing to set up colonies on! I thought I was going to die
when.....this rough looking man came out from a thicket of brush and started
talkin' to them humanoid beasts.
"Turns out that the old leader of the Pack, that's what those animalmen
call themselves," the man continues quietly. "A old geezer of a wolf named
Carra-something, somehow got a hold of some magical stuff and went and
challenged the old mistress of the Isle. Stomped her good, he did. But.....the
old wolf kicked it from magical injuries. The new Pack Leader.....a BIG
werewolf named Loam, wanted to get the Pacl off the Isle and fast! Something
to do with a friend of the dragonness coming by soon."
"Well," drawls the swabby next to the one eyed man telling the story.
"So what, Jack?"
"Quiet you fool," hisses Jack. "The man who translated said that this
Pack would give anyone who aided them the whole of the dead dragonness'
Hoard. And I'm not talkin' a hatchlings Hoard, either. I'm talking a grand
wyrm's treasure."
The other swallows several times, and then gasps.
"By Neptune's balls!" he swears. "Why didn't ye just load the Katie's
Smile to the rafters and be done with it!"
"The Pack's too large for her alone," sighs Jack. "Their fleet of rafts
from a past escape attempt was in too bad of condition to try to bolster
our capacity. But, I'm going to meet him latter on tonight right here.......if
me and a few mates are trying to get a few friend together and......"
"No," the swabby whispers fiercely. "I'll have nothing to do with this!
The Organization doesn't want anyone.....ANYONE.....messing with the Isle.
It's too bad that ya didn't get that Pack ashore before the Org made it's
decree.....or found that Crysta-whatisit thing.......key to some type of
transport system as you keep going on and on about........"
One-Eyed Jack grinds his teeth and stomps out of the bar. Astra leans
back in her seat, her paw like feet touching the booster that allows her
to see the top of the table she's at. Fred should just love to hear THIS
one.
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