"Who gave you the title of captain?" Gordan asks.
"You, just now. Although since I'm the only person who seems to care about anything except goblin honor, killing honorable goblins, bopping duelists in need of medical attention on the head, and other
stupid things, I might be the only one suited for this."
"There is this animal thing..."
M'Ber twitches and glares at people, one by one.
"...I have a bad feeling. Someone's probably talking about us. Either that or one of the cats insulted me."
M'Ber attempts to organize a meeting.
"Alright. We have the
Blazer, we have each other, and we have the ocean. This meeting is to determine two things: What do we want, and how can we get it? Let's start with the first; let's get some goals out there."