It had been a few months since Krodnok had been in Drewsport. It was the last city he had been in before he acquired the large eye that was now implanted in his forehead, currently covered by a cloth wrap tied in back. He had decided to keep his recent augmentations hidden, unless he felt he absolutely needed to reveal them. As such, he also kept his new arms folded across his stomach, under the loose black cloak he was wearing.
He was leading a group of five other Dead Olgogs, all wearing similar cloaks. Four of them were the same height as Krodnok, and the fifth towered over them by about a foot and a half. Normally, he’d have come here on his own, but since the Devotion had been started, his daughter, Lotara, thought it best that he not go anywhere without some sort of small following. So he came with four of his warriors, all armed with their Magi-Cannons, concealed under their cloaks. The tallest member of the group was the Dead Warmachine, Micah.
The six Dead worked their way through the city, moving towards the docks in the southern half of Drewsport. He hadn’t paid any attention to the politics last time he was here, but the scout he had stationed here reported back often, and Krodnok had learned that Captain Dol was in control of the southern half of the city. He had worked with Dol in the past, and he thought maybe that gave him an ‘in’.
He found the boat they were looking for, the Batavian Bat. Even though he wasn’t himself a pirate, he knew better than to just board a ship that wasn’t his, so he stood at the base of the ramp that lead up to the ships deck.
“Hello!” Krodnok called out loudly. “I come looking to talk with the Pirate Captain Dol. Would someone please be so kind as to fetch her for me?”