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The trio of sailors were far more interested in their own tall tale than they were with anything else going on around them. They got so caught up in debating with one another in their unique way that none of them noticed the doors open to introduce a walking mountain. The solid figure was massive even by Roegadyn standards. Like Two-Patch, he appeared to be one of the Sea Wolves. A baggy sailor's shirt adorned his heavily muscled torso, long rips crisscrossing the once white fabric that was now mostly stained pink and red from what could possibly be blood. Brownish breeches covered massive legs just past the knees, also ripped in several places and heavily stained, while the bottoms appeared to have been torn off. The hulking form wore no shoes. The Roegadyn was rather young and by appearances could not have set out on his own too long ago. His dark hair was completely disheveled, and the Sea Wolf wore a beard. What could be seen of his skin was clearly marked with heavy bruises and welts that were very recent. The most noticable characteristic of the Wench's latest entry was not his size, however, but the confidence he carried himself with. His gaze swept over the room with a fierce intensity, though there was no malice in those eyes. Before he could step in any further, the youngest of the three sailors dared a quick glance to survey his surroundings. The Hyur's mouth dropped open and he tried to dart up to his feet, instead falling backward in his chair with a loud crash. He was in such a hurry to get up that he fell over himself a few times before actually reaching his feet, and then he simply sprinted for the door, holding on dearly to his magician's hat to keep from losing it. The other two watched their friend in astonishment. Poor vocabulary or no, that was a bit surprising. Once their eyes fell upon the giant, they also made haste for the door. While he was clearly not twenty feet tall and capable of holding three men in each hand at once, they wanted no part of anything that scared their companion that badly. The young Sea Wolf rolled his shoulders ever so slightly in what could have possibly been a shrug as the trio fled the scene.