A strange gnome-like man hobbles through the door. He looks around for a bit. Your stealth is impeccable.

He doesn’t leave though, and you realize you have the attention-span of a fish in a barrel of gin. This might not be a war of attrition you can win.

“Cap’n,” the creature says, “Cap’n Good Lookin’?”

• “A-Aye?” (page 7)