Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-13427943-20160403073608/@comment-26130256-20161205211632

Still whistling his happy tune, Uriel climbed belowdecks of the Storm Fang, hoping he could hide his new barrel before the rest of the crew noticed it. Once it was safely hidden in the storeroom, his ears picked up the subtle sounds of Silver talking about booze. While the man's personality left a fair bit to be desired, the master-at-arms had great taste in booze.

"What's this I be hearing about Atlesian whiskey?" he poked his head into the room. "And what do I need to be offerin' to get a shot or two?"