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[Alaundril Do'Rhett]

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After living below for so long, the old Drow found relief in the openness of the oceans on the surface. In his later years, he had taken a liking to sailing and the fun and spoils that would come of it. Much of it was far from relaxing. Alaundril and Mr. Narshan were on a typical voyage that took them past the Southern tip of Magicinia towards Buccaneer's Den, their ultimate destination. The Drow stood towards the bow of the boat, holding himself steady on the railing. The Vhaeraun's Will was as fast as they come these days. The bow broke through a large swell, casting water all over the deck. The old Drow laughed loudly, "Come on now old man, don't give up on me now!" Mr. Narshan gave him a cold glare and continued holding the wheel, doing his best not to get soaked.
The Drow simply grinned at his human companion and nimbly made his way to the stairs below decks. They hit a bit of rough water, causing Alaundril to keep a hold on the railings along the wall. Everything moved back and forth down here the lanterns, the floor...him...
After a few moments he was able to unlock the hatch to the hold and survey the contents. A large pile of metal ignots, an equally large stack of freshly chopped lumber and several chests which contents were not known. Everything seemed to be in order still. With a grin he shut the hatch door and locked it back in place. Their return would prove profitable indeed.
That evening, Mr. Narshan and Alaundril made port in Buccaneer's Den to restock on supplies and make some minor repairs, then it was onward to the mainland to make their delivery.