Silja's explorations take her to the lower deck, where she finds the galley and chain locker (where the anchor's chain is stored) to the fore, and the officer's cabins to aft.

"Here, you," a rather chubby halfling says. Unlike the first mate, this one has dark hair, and a light fringe of beard around his face. He's three-and-a-half feet tall. "Give me a hand with these tatties, would you?" He's trying to heft a bag of potatoes nearly as large as he is.

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Hanro soon finds Arnes Trescle, or rather, Arnes finds him. The gnome popped out in front of him from behind a crate. "There y'are. I knew I'd find you looking around the deck. Just what I said, there's a dwarf who wants to know his surroundings. Now, look, ye can't believe what that..." the gnome take a quick look around, "...that bilge rat of a mate Thistle said. He just don't like me for the reason of I took his hat in a game of bones. Do ye play? Now, ye can't think I'd really steal from you. Where would I go? Where could I hide? I just thought that a poor wayfarer like yerself an' the others wouldn't want to go carryin' all that junk while ye had to talk to the cap'n." The gnome seems to positively ooze trust and honesty. He seems to be sincere.

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Bedge knows that the second mate is generally in charge of navigation. Thistle's cabin is most likely somewhere on the lower deck, to the aft.

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Goryn is pointed to a pair of half-orcs on the quarterdeck, talking. Occasionally, the larger of the two shouts something to the sailors, who scurry to and fro to obey.

When they spot Goryn, the smaller one waves him over. "Ho! We gots anodder cousin on ship!" He wears a red sleeveless shirt and brown pants. His boots are worn and scuffed. He has long side burns that brush his shoulders.

By contrast, the larger of the two is impeccably groomed, for a half-orc. He has a ruffled white shirt under a blue coat. His black boots are polished. His beard and hair is braided with ribbons.

Both of them have tribal tattooes indicating they're from the Chandag tribe of Mt. Sharnech.

The larger one smiles. "I am Orgul, und dis here iz my nephew, Terug. Vot's your name, scout?"

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The sailor Faddy watches seems to be splicing two ropes together.