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	Not a bagnio. Celebration.
	"Kruk, if all of us are here running about together, nothing will get done. I suspect most of the crew are in Vor'Gra's finest bagnio. Go there, we'll join you soon. If Tiagri is there, wait where we can find you,' Isar tried to use a calm tone, but could not mask the frustration. Kruk nodded stiffly before hurrying down the gangplank. He could be seen wandering through the shadowy port on the cobbled stone path. "Captain, I know more about Tiagri than you'd think. Probably more than I'm comfortable with, really. Would you follow me?" Oswyn wouldn't meet Isar's steady gaze. Isar, however, averted his gaze from the flickering lights of the pirate village to instead watch Oswyn. "Lead on," He said, seeming intrigued with where this could lead. Oswyn took him through the market to a place Isar had never been, and he thought he knew the village better than anybody… He wondered if Oswyn was sure, as the street didn't seem the kind of dark place Tiagri would go. There was a public house Isar had no idea existed stood at the end of the street, but Oswyn went inside without pausing. A tall lady surveyed them through her spectacles, frowning. "What business have you here?" She snapped, her voice shril and unwelcoming. "This is no bagnio!" "We look for someone named 'Tiagri'. About this high," Oswyn gestured, "Long brown hair and green eyes." "Maybe this 'Tiagri' is here, maybe not. But if you aren't staying, get out." "Pardon, Estrella," Oswyn spoke her name angrily. "But we're searching for somebody named Tiagri! This is the Captain!" Oswyn pointed roughly at Isar. "First floor. Room facing East, you can see the docks from the window." "Thank you." Oswyn smiled graciously. Isar, completely astounded, went with him to the stairs. "I'll explain later." Oswyn promised, but Isar wasn't sure that he wanted to know. The public house was warm, wooden, and very quiet - which didn't surprise Isar. The atmosphere was too calm, something unusual in Port Vor'Gra, Isar almost felt out of place. He found himself thinking that it was the sort of place Preena could be found in. "Tiagri!" Oswyn was relieved to see the ship's boy sat at the window, watching the docks. Moonlight streamed in, the only source of light in the room. Darkness, as Isar was used to seeing Tiagri hidden away in. "Oswyn!" Tiagri stood. "Captain!" Tiagri exclaimed, more surprised. "Where is Chip?" Isar asked. "You lost him?!" "Oh," Sighed Oswyn. "So you have nothing to do with his escape." "O' course not! I'd rather that boy was aboard." "Come with us, then," Isar motioned toward the door. "You're very strange, coming to this place." "The atmosphere is somewhat more sober, probably the quietest place in Vor'Gra Cap'n, that's all." Tiagri laughed. They found Kruk sat drinking with Siltar and the crew. Tiagri laughed again, as Isar ordered more drinks, not surprised. Oswyn put his mind to rest, even though Chip hadn't been found. The crew cheered when their congregation was complete. "Tonight, we celebrate." Stated the Captain, forgetting Chip, and Slurk, only thinking of what they had achieved, the ship heavy with booty, the maps that would lead Isar to a treasure beyond his dreams… it was more than enough. "We celebrate!" The crew echoed, Oswyn included. Like Isar, he would be forgetting Chip, too.
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