brain not functioning due to fever, so apologies for crap writing today.

Bedge glanced from the gnome to the halfling and scratched the back of his neck thoughtfully. So, it was going to be like that, eh? Well, he'd served on ships where half the crew didn't want him and the other half wanted to kill him. Arsey little gnomes wanting a half hour alone with his luggage was fairly typical. Years ago he'd taken to leaving a sewing needle in the lock on his sea chest. A clumsy touch with the lockpicks could see a sharp prick in a would be thief's fingertip. While it wouldn't hurt much, no burglar would ever risk assuming that the needle was anything less than poisoned. Maybe he should soak it in vinager if he could find some on the ship, to make that little gnome really sweat at the stinging... Still, his chest didn't hold much of great interest to anyone but him or another would-be navigator.... an empty log book waiting to be filled, some copies of his own coastal charts... a cutpurse would ignore these and just take the bottle of wine he kept under his spare oilskin cloak. Anything of real value or importance, Bedge kept on his own person as much as possible.

Goryn shruged and hefted his sack back over his shoulder. He didn't like the look the halfling gave that gnome, or the gnome's too innocent reply, but it wasn't his concern. When the half-elf in front of him seemed to have a little difficulty in lifting his chest, Goryn silently stepped up to lend a hand, almost toppling the half-elf over from the sudden shift in weight. He listened intently to the drazai's explaination of nautical terms, but the half-elf already seemed to know where to go, so together they made their way to the door in question.