See! Listening does pay!

Soon the vixen's ears do indeed overhear something interesting.....that may indeed be related to the were-bear mage that she, Fred, and her unborn children's hopes of rejoining humankind hang upon. Disturbingly enough, it revolves around the subject that the gate guard queried them about before entering this armpit of a town!

"......I tell you," a gravelly voice says quietly. "I was there! We were burying our loot, as calm as you please. The Captain had found this uncharted islend and had come to the conclusion that it was a perfect hiding place for the last raid on the city of Panaras. Only, we had NO idea that it was what now's called.....the Isle of Dragon Moreau! We turned around and found ourselves surrounded by these beast men dressed like those savage....whatcha call them?.......Indians from that land those Spainish and Anglanders kept on trying and failing to set up colonies on! I thought I was going to die when.....this rough looking man came out from a thicket of brush and started talkin' to them humanoid beasts.

"Turns out that the old leader of the Pack, that's what those animalmen call themselves," the man continues quietly. "A old geezer of a wolf named Carra-something, somehow got a hold of some magical stuff and went and challenged the old mistress of the Isle. Stomped her good, he did. But.....the old wolf kicked it from magical injuries. The new Pack Leader.....a BIG werewolf named Loam, wanted to get the Pacl off the Isle and fast! Something to do with a friend of the dragonness coming by soon."

"Well," drawls the swabby next to the one eyed man telling the story. "So what, Jack?"

"Quiet you fool," hisses Jack. "The man who translated said that this Pack would give anyone who aided them the whole of the dead dragonness' Hoard. And I'm not talkin' a hatchlings Hoard, either. I'm talking a grand wyrm's treasure."

The other swallows several times, and then gasps.

"By Neptune's balls!" he swears. "Why didn't ye just load the Katie's Smile to the rafters and be done with it!"

"The Pack's too large for her alone," sighs Jack. "Their fleet of rafts from a past escape attempt was in too bad of condition to try to bolster our capacity. But, I'm going to meet him latter on tonight right here.......if me and a few mates are trying to get a few friend together and......"

"No," the swabby whispers fiercely. "I'll have nothing to do with this! The Organization doesn't want anyone.....ANYONE.....messing with the Isle. It's too bad that ya didn't get that Pack ashore before the Org made it's decree.....or found that Crysta-whatisit thing.......key to some type of transport system as you keep going on and on about........"

One-Eyed Jack grinds his teeth and stomps out of the bar. Astra leans back in her seat, her paw like feet touching the booster that allows her to see the top of the table she's at. Fred should just love to hear THIS one.

1. Soon, a dejected looking Fred comes in. Astra jumps off her seat and scampers over to him.....

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