Ravensblood Forest shark bait

A snort. "Call it what ye want - gotta have someway of keeping ye bastards in check." Was he overthinking this? An inch of control, and Nox had run a mile. Murkwood had begun as a place of camaraderie, of pleasure and entertainment for the lost, the outcast. Was that not exactly what the man before him stood for?

Head tilting now to catch Crowell's spiel, lips pulling back in a knowing grin. "Reckon y'just wanted to get yer dick wet." Sarcasm, dripping, though his opinion swayed. "We'll be needin' men to lead the raid, make sure things go swimmingly. Better get yerself ship-shape for then, as boats'n." The rogue's final words drew a throaty laugh from the Captain; now it was making sense!

"That why she left ya for dead? Sheesh, some ma ain't she." His shoulders roll as if in preparation, but he strikes only with curiosity.