"Got it," Hades nodded. "I'll take some of the boys and pay the fishfolk a visit."
The Orcish necromancer stood up as best he could. Unfortunately, due to the gentleman's unreasonable size, he was forced to crouch in the Captain's human-sized quarters.
Tycondrius leaned over to look past him, taking note of the comparably tiny stool that had been successfully supporting the fellow's weight for the length of the conversation.
While every other piece of furniture on the Neptune's Revenge was cheap and flimsy... the stools and chairs were of magnificent craftsmanship.
"Yeah... alright," Krysaos nodded.
"Hold, Brother-Hades," Tycon held out his hand. "Please detail your plan to the Captain, as he likely does not realize its ramifications."
"Huh? Oh, that's easy 'nough," Hades smirked. "The whole city, down there-- it's called the Amphitrite Reef, right?"
"What 'bout it?" Krysaos raised an eyebrow.
