01-28-2020, 07:18 PM
Finch sips from his flask and leans back in his chair without looking at the two women. Between sips he glances at Orkan and says
[Imperial]-"If you're so keen on em joi*hiccup*ning then you're in charge of them. Git your nostovial over with and then real sailors can be hired."
[Imperial]-"If you're so keen on em joi*hiccup*ning then you're in charge of them. Git your nostovial over with and then real sailors can be hired."