"Has everything been settled?"
I ask Graman-son as he walks into the captain's cabin.
He nods vigorously, placing his hands in front of him and giving me a meek greeting, the attitude surprising the lone beast-kin next to him.
The best man's name is Uar' and his chest, arms, and legs are covered in thick black hair that makes him look like a giant cat.
Wrinkles above his nose give the impression of a leathery face, with a flattened nose added to the fierce visage, one can only imagine the kind of life he has lived.
His hands are as large as his feet and he carries with him a large broadsword at his waist that makes the wood underneath his feet creak and groan under the combined weight of the man and weapon.
He looks out of place in the low ceilings of the cabin, surrounded by Jaki, Thessen, Daveen, and Carina.
"Yes my lord, all of the boats have been boarded and we are ready to embark."
