Egil still has a headache from overindulging in stolen beer the previous day. No matter. Battle tended to make him feel better.

In the sight of the red sun, he is not as confident as the boy. The reavers were pushing their luck as it is. Still, this seemed like a piss poor excuse for a defence if the southerners were trying to make a fight of it. To Larus, smiling in spite of his hangover, 'I have never been quiet. If this lot haven't learnt to watch the seas they deserve everything that's coming to them.'

Egil will scan the coast for anything that looks like a proper defence.

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Perception vs. Int 30 / 2
(1d100)[73]