At the Docks, Near the Crystal Serpent
The sound of squawking seabirds accompanies Banio’s question, and high above this head a half-dozen gulls make slow progress into a stiff early morning breeze, their white and grey feathers ruffling.
"An wotsit t’you?" Molly asks hotly as she turns towards the little man, huddling in her metal cage like some sullen, wing-clipped bird. Her eyes are red and rimmed with dark circles — she’s had a night.
"Your silver’ll do me no good in here, and they took it off me besides."
On deck, a shirtless, well-muscled, sun-bronzed man calls loudly to two others in some exotic tongue Banio doesn’t know; he’s directing them to various cleaning and stowing duties.
"That one’s a mean sort," the girl says, gesturing to the first mate with her angry eyes.
"Caught me behind some barrels, just listenin’. He didn’t like that much."OOC:
To get her to say more is probably Persuasion? A failure would also see me call for a Luck roll to see if the first mate hears or notices you.
On that front (luck), I should be clear — Luck won’t return until ‘after the adventure’ if you lose it. Stamina, though, anyone down on that front will now be back to full after a good night’s sleep.