1. Skyway Robbery - Rise
Ornvinge hears Aredfln's complaints and shakes his head. "Calm thy weeping tongue, Aredfln," he responds kindly. "The scouring sun and pouring rains shall bleach our deck of these foul remnants, just as a fresh breeze clears out the dust and mold of a clos'd room. As a fortnight shall pass, so shall our misery, until we ride high on the currents of fate once more."
Ornvinge then turns away from the cleaning crewman and approaches Captain Finchroscuma. He stands nearly six and a half feet tall, his whole body appearing stretched as if he has spent too long in an inquisitor's rack. He makes sure to keep his long wings, feathered white as a swan, behind his back, and tucks his arms behind as well. A keen eye might be able to spot a hook where his left hand once ended, but he does his best to disguise it amongst the feathers and his long sleeves.
"Oy, Captain, me-mate," he calls out in Ob-Lob as he gets closer. "What do you reckon now that we’ve reached our lowest hour?" [I'll edit this into whatever vernacular we decide Ob-Lob will sound like.]
Ornvinge then turns away from the cleaning crewman and approaches Captain Finchroscuma. He stands nearly six and a half feet tall, his whole body appearing stretched as if he has spent too long in an inquisitor's rack. He makes sure to keep his long wings, feathered white as a swan, behind his back, and tucks his arms behind as well. A keen eye might be able to spot a hook where his left hand once ended, but he does his best to disguise it amongst the feathers and his long sleeves.
"Oy, Captain, me-mate," he calls out in Ob-Lob as he gets closer. "What do you reckon now that we’ve reached our lowest hour?" [I'll edit this into whatever vernacular we decide Ob-Lob will sound like.]
