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"So what do you say, have we got a deal?"
"Well, boys, what do you think? Shall we take them up on their offer?" sneers Soller Vark as he comes out the hatch, a rapier and buckler in hand. Onwyn's bow shot goes wild, and if there was any chance that Soller Vark was willing to negotiate, the arrow quivering in the bulkhead above him (well out of reach) has ended that chance. With a yell the thug lunges at Tarquin, stabbing the young shaman for 7 damage. With a cheer the rest of his thugs begin to pour out of the hatch, earning themselves several blows from the Sotheby brothers. The first two to exit the cabin scream in pain and stumble to the rail, leaping overboard in their hurry to avoid more injuries. "Cowards! Stand and fight, you idiots!" calls Vark with a gravely sound to his voice. Now that you can see him, the bald man has a long, jagged scar running down one arm and a disagreeable expression.

Quickly more of the cutthroat's men exit the cabin, leaving the melee four against six (counting Beak), in the party's favor.

The map is updated. Begin round 7!