Sylvester Archipelago

Chewing on his pipe with a sour expression, Morutz looked at the contract, mumbled something, and smiled.
- Welcome! Make yourselves at home in the Drunken Whale!

Tiberius chose his seventh cabin, after which he left a heavy bag of books there, "no need to carry it around all the time, and who would even need it," and then, stretching, went out on deck.
-And what are they doing over there, do you happen to know? - he asked Morutz, nodding towards the orcs and the boxes that looked like coffins.