Pomjmur

Oblivious, the Giff calls out as he ascends,

"Ample ballista bolts, a few reloads for the raking hooks, and decent enough foodstocks although they could do with more roughage. Too much of it looks like softstomach fodder. The problem will be that shrieker: I see four rounds at the ready deckside, and unless I missed something, none below. We might want to up our stores for that before heading out..."

thick, greyskinned fingers appear either side of the hatchway, followed by an armorplated head, uniformed bulky torso and the rest of the hippokin as he returns to the deck. He looks around myopically for a few moments before inquiring,

"What's going on now?"