A Dead Dwarf Walking
I take a look around the middle deck from my seat. My clawed peg leg propped up on a crate as Jack Scrimshaw work’s on carving a grisly scene into its oak veneer. Fipps, Narwhal, and Aretta playing cards at the table bantering about their exploits and how much better it is to be free of Scourge. I ignore their feeble attempts at trying to win my favor as my eyes stop on where Dungrin, the armored whore, and the slut are seated. I mull over the thought of arranging some sort of accident for his slight against me the other night. My eyebrows raise slightly as I see Morgana slide into the table next to them and start to whisper with the dwarf in hushed tones. I had begun to think the frail human had formed some kind of bond with me but I am starting to see that her eye is caught only by a sort of sly ambition and perhaps she thinks the real power lies behind these new comers. That settles the matter. If the dwarf is foolish enough to stay on the ship after harbor I shall collect his sins and make Morgana watch as I do so. Let her see where the true power resides on board. The captain won’t like it but I no longer fear the repercussions after seeing how he thinks the crew should be punished.