Narrator – OOG Northward 01

(As Tyvian concludes his meditation, he rises quickly in search of the privy. The decks of this ship are obviously foreign to him, and the turbulent waters of the Straights of Lagii are even less forgiving on his unsettled stomach. As he opens the door to the tiny chamber, he is almost knocked on his backside by a massive sailor still fastening the strings of his breeches. The near rotting odor to follow is not kind on the priestʻs already rebelling constitution.)

“szaath! I, uh…I did not expect you. What are you doing here?”

(The towering half-Tarsan can barely suppress a smile at the sight of the slightly green complected boy cleric.)

“Do I really need to explain it to you? Or is your nose doing that for me?”