The ship glowed with magic as far as Szazzkur could see. As his eyes picked out further details, he was able to tell that it had a strong, pervasive aura of what seemed to be transmutation magic. He was soon able to see a moderate aura of conjuration magic as well.

There are a few other auras on the ship. Both the drazai who had raised the ship as well as the captain had moderate aura that Szazzkur couldn't identify.

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Terug is likewise in awe of the cloud around them. There is, however, an edge of fear in his eyes as the ship is swallowed by the cloud, and he relaxes visibly when the ship leaves it.

"Ha! Dis gonna be someting, I tell you," Orgul said, flashing a bright smile, his gold-capped tusks catching the sun. "Stick vit' me an' Cap'n Stormbody, boys, ve're goin' places!"

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Bedge is able to tell that the second mate is resentful of the captain for some reason, though he can't tell just what it is. The captain seems annoyed with the mate, but mostly he's weary, giving Bedge the sense that they've clashed before.

Bedge's declaration seems to break the remaining tension. "Yes, well, you'll have plenty of work, I can assure you on that point!" Mr. Thistle said.

The captain nodded. "Aye, glad to see you're enthusiastic. The two of you get to those charts. I'll want our position as best you have it as soon as you have it."

(No, you can't take twenty on sense motive. Your basic impression remains the same, until their behavior changes, at which point you get a retry. Don't worry, you'll be the first to know if a new sense motive check shows something else. Gather information isn't feasible just at this point. Anything you can pick up you're going to get with sense motive.)

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A human sailor notices Corben's efforts at recycling. His reaction was less than sympathetic. "Hoy, Erven, the lubber's heavin' his lunch o'er the sides."

"Bet ya a copper he's been eatin' carrots," said a half-elf.

"Yer on!" the human said, and they both rushed over to look at the puddle. "Gah, you win," said the human.

"Hmm. Someone's gonna need to mop this," said the half-elf. "An 'ere comes Miss Mate, so no bet on who's it gonna be."

"What's all this, then?" a human female said, angrily striding over. "You, get a bucket if you're going to puke on this ship," she said, shoving a toe into Corben's backside. "And the three of you," she said, rounding on Dom and the two sailors. "I want this deck clean enough to eat off of it. On the double!"

"Yes'm," the two sailors said in unison.

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As Silja goes up the stairs, a rather short human moving past her. Something doesn't quite look right about him, though it may be the very light colored hair under his large cap, or the clothes that seem to be a bit to big for him.