Grumbling, Hanro picked up his backpack, and went towards the area that the halfling directed to. "What be a quarterdeck, anyway?" he grumbled to himself. "Or port, fer tha' matter?"

"The quarterdeck is the smaller deck above this one," said the thin voice of Szaz. "It is where the officers control the ship, you vill note," he continued with a slight, barely audible accent. "Port is the left-side of the ship as it is facing forward. Thus, from our direction, it would be the right-side door that the halfling was referring to, and hopefully the one housing the captain."

Hanro just grumbled further. He didn't exactly ask for the lecture from the drazai, nor did ask anything at all from the drazai, but keeping the little blighter's mouth shut would probably be impossible, short of using force.

Best to keep his temper down, thought Hanro. It would was going to be a long expedition, after all.

"That gnome was trying to rob us?" Szaz asked.

"Prob'ly," replied the dwarf, "though ti's apparent that 'e didn't think this u'n through."

"How so?" asked the drazai.

"Simple," Hanro continued. "Once this 'ere boat get's a'movin', can ye find any way off? Or," he continued, his callused hand lightly passing over the handle of his large axe, "or a job fer a sailor wi' only one hand?"

"Surely you vouldn't have cut off his hand?!" the drazai exclaimed. "The captain can discipline his own men, after all!"

"Prob'ly wouldn'ave taken it," Hanro nodded in agreement. "Would've settled with a finger."