A Reunion Aboard the Lady Narath, Part 1

Darvin watched the Wood Elf, whose name he couldn't remember, walk down the gang plank and disappear into the crowds on the wharf.  He always felt pangs of guilt and longing when the elf maidens would leave in the morning. Deep down he always knew that he had become a shadow of his former self, but he could always rationalize his way out of it. He had failed, he didn't matter anymore. Although, that last thought had been proven wrong when he had received notice that the leading Guild of the city had put a lien on the Lady Narath. In his depression he had neglected to pay off the debts the City Council had bestowed upon the group when the ship was put under his care.

He was lost in thought as he stared out over the crowd. A familiar looking cat caught his eye.

"No...it can't be." Darvin thought to himself. He needed to get a closer look.

"Guybrush, please bring me the spyglass," He requested to the monkey.

"Another pretty lady in the crowd this morning, sir?" Asked the cheeky monkey as he handed Darvin the spyglass.

Darvin ignored the comment and used the instrument to look over the crowd. Upon closer inspection, Darvin was sure that he had just spotted Tigrisclawu, who was having a terrible time trying to catch a swallow. Although, it was maybe the most athletic swallow that Darvin had ever laid eyes on. Eventually, the cat caught the bird and continued down the wharf where he dropped the creature at the feet of a very attractive woman. Who was standing next to a very large Paladin.

"Well, I'll be dipped in shit and rolled in breadcrumbs!" said Darvin in surprise.

"One of Greg's recipe's, sir?" asked Guybrush.

"No, you cheeky bastard. Beranhond and Tigrisclawu are down there. Sure as the sun rises they are." Darvin explained. He quickly climbed a third of the way up the rigging of the main mast and started to wave at Beranhond and his companions.

"Beranhond! Up here! The Lady Narath has missed you!"