There in the middle of the storehouse, propped on eight boat stands of varying heights, rested a gnome-sized brigantine scout ship… a very old scout ship.
“You want to sail in that?” one volunteer exclaimed, suddenly having second thoughts on the whole affair.
“Yes, Warvyn,” Cormun proudly replied. “She may not look like much at the moment, but she was the fastest scout ship in her time.”
“What? A thousand years ago?” Warvyn stared at the relic then c****d an eyebrow at Cormun before relaxing and chuckling. “Good one.”
“Good one what?” Cormun replied, puzzled.
Warvyn continued chuckling, shaking his head. “You had me going for a while. Where’s the real ship?”
“This is it,” Cormun answered with a frown.
“Very funny,” Warvyn said, tilting his head back and looking down his large bulbo
