Game: Meese, oh my!

The captain stares wide-eyed at the child in Wendealynn's arms "Aye, as far as I know it is only those who be in me boat. Don't see how a babe would get here by itself; maybe in de panic, it got left behind."

The captain takes up the meese in his hand and nods to Bragg "Around? 'Bout an hour or half; quicker iff'n thee winds bless us and ye don't mind about thee finer details; slower iff'n thee winds go stagnent and ye be lookin for lil' things."

The captain's face turns to a soured scowl "Iff'n ye be lookin' fer rum gremlin's, ye'd have a betta chance findin' one with ye eyes closed. I doubt ye'll find any sort of information on where it came from around thee island; they can swim like a damn fish and stay below just about as long. Ye have de sung respect of an old sailor, and the unsung respect of many other, for removin' one of those menaces." He holds the injured meese close to his chest, scratching it's head gently; a pretty humorous sight, seeing this large, gruff looking half-orc so gingerly handing the meese.

"They be a definite problem but I've never heard of them suckin' the life from their prey... They make their lairs below docks and thee likes, so this one bein' solitary on an island is quite strange. They delight in the chaos they make so there has to be somethin' at play here..." Caespen scratches at his beard then rubs the back of his neck "Iff'n you ask a green sailor, they'll say they be beyond stupid, simply out of spite; truth is though, they be quite clever. Clever enough to have somethin' at play...but what be the bigger picture?"

"Aye, strange indeed. Wouldn't say a hive; thee largest group recorded was seven, typically they run around three to four. Don't know 'bout their family ties, can't say I care too much eiter; they're all thee same to me—vermin." He pauses a moment to make sure the injured meese is comfortable before continuing "Not many people choose to study them; for many reasons I assume. One; this'n be for the lucky ones, it's kinda hard to write when yer tossed off yer shitter. Two; hard to think about iff'n they keep it all in thee family while yer busy drowning to death, drunk off yer shitter. Three; they be about as interesting as rat droppin's on the bottom of yer shoe."