"Aиd thёи I saїd: мy ship? I tнought sнe щas УOUЯ ship!'" Zandron's voice is followed by a chorus of titters, wafting down from the stairwell. The captain sways as if upon a stormy deck, each arm around a tavern wench. He leans to kiss the blonde on the cheek, but she shies away, blushing...

Zandron shrugs, hefting his tankard. "Bottle of rum. Cheapest kind," he smiles, remembering flickers from last year.. Last month? Or had it been yesterday? His smile fades as he recalls hazy memories of the void in which he had languished for so long, alone and despairing. Only one thing h...

Zandron shakes his head and holds up a finger, calling for more ale. Even with all the drink the tavern had to offer, telling that tale would be too dangerous, too painful, and too costly to his newfound friends. He frowns as if in thought, but winches and gears begin to turn in his mind, sorting ou...

Zandron grits his teeth, then rolls his eyes. He squeezes blue eyes shut, closing out the world for a moment. Suddenly, he erupts like a tamped volcano, articulating clearly past his typical accent: "Listen next time. I already told you." He turns his mug upside-down, pushes away from the ...

Zandron takes another swig of ale. "Soмething вetteг thaи this дерьмо." He slams the goblet down, his brow furrowing. "Hold on, иot sәrious. Only joke!" He waves a hand dismissively to the sky, as if to some observer above. The elf purses his lips, closes his eyes, and pinches th...

Zandron lunges forward with a battle cry, leaping through the air after his own blade-- --only to realize, halfway through his leap, that all the enemies have been felled. He cuts off his blood-curdling scream mid-flight, drops into a roll, and stumbles to his feet. The elf sheathes both blades, tip...

Zandron grins. Finally, a challenge worthy of his advanced training. He notes the battle around him, and his eyes narrow at the minute shifts of gravel under what can only be an invisible enemy's feet. He lungest forward, swords darting out in concert to catch the depraved king, but with a tug of cl...

Zandron shrugs to Gondowon and Mahto. "What I tell you? Mages is crazy." A queer look comes over his face, and he holds up a finger, wobbling for a moment. The elf turns away, bends near in half, and discharges the contents of his stomach with an explosive, gutteral noise. He coughs, stand...

Zandron finds his eyes drawn to Gondowon's uncharacteristically mighty display of swordsmanship. The master craftsman's footwork was rough, true, but the downward hew and extension showed some training. The style looks familiar, but the Redwind's captain cannot place it. So linear... Interesting, he...

Time seems to slow for the drunken elf, centuries of reflexes kicking in as his allies and enemies alike lunge forward to clash in battle. "Clearing!" He calls, lunging for the pile of gear. A spear snaps up to greet him, but with a leap, twist, and spin, he denies the greeting. Spotting a...

Ignoring the moody, dark, and mysterious Valykn'Vi, Zandron stumbles toward Gondowon, slipping on the ice. With a yelp, he manages to slide into a deep lunge and keep his balance. The elf giggles, a sound unbecoming a naval officer. "See Mahto? Stretches is good." He rights himself, then l...

Zandron shakes his head, slurring a reply to Khorvalis: "No, no, Кhorvalїs. Eveґyone looк!" He wags an unsteady finger in the direction of the nearby chasm. "Sєє?" Improved Spot He grins, Їs a house. The captain's head snaps up at Gondowon's fumbled salute. He snaps his bootless ...

With a groan, captain Zandron struggles to open his eyes. Between pounding temples, he finally pries open a single eyelid, squinting up at his surroundings. "Нёllo?" His tongue lolls between numb lips, his accent almost incomprehensible for the liquor-induced slurring. "Ї hёar voiєes ...

Zandron's eyes widened. "My... My ship," he stammered, mouth falling open, for once losing his carefree façade. "After all this time." So many questions flooded through the elf's mind. Who was this man? How did he know about Zandron's search, his friends, and his beloved ship? Bu...

"Wrong place?" Zandron cocked his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Your dress says the same for you."

Zandron's eyes glance over the man again, rechecking for some weapon or gathering energy. "What do you mean?"