Lok’gra was among the last to disembark the K.M.S. Neptulon. He, like most of the crew aboard the flagship, felt more at home between ports. There was a surge of bright eyed sailors on the dock earlier, when the other ships in his fleet docked. They were ready to hit the nearest tavern and raise hell with a wench under each arm. The Neptulon, however, commissioned the finest and most professional sailors to serve under the most demanding green-skinned captain in the Southern Seas. He stepped carefully onto the wharf with his right foot and proceeded to march toward Lozgil, a goblin with whom he was closely acquainted.“This could be one of our largest shipments yet. I hope we haven’t cancelled your boys’ weekend plans,” The orc mused as he dusted his tabard. “If you have I’m sure they won’t