May Jones (Dracco). Auto-translated

She sighed, got dressed, and went to open the door.

As expected, Vlad was behind the door. --Come on, let's go! I found someone who can help us!

- Yes, let's gather everything first! - May went to get the tools, which had just dried after yesterday.

– So, are you ready? – Vlad asked two minutes later.

- Almost. May quickly packed everything into her bag and went downstairs.

Vlad led her to a tavern, where a stern-looking fellow was sitting at a table: he had a scar across half his face, and one finger was missing from his right hand. His voice was rough and hoarse. "Ah, yes, I know you," he said, pointing at May. "Your name is Ashley! Quarto Island, ten years ago, the 'Jumping Horse' tavern!"

- Ten years ago, I wasn't hanging around taverns; I was going to school. You must be mistaken, - May sniffed.

“Don’t pay attention to him; he’s not quite himself,” Vlad said loudly, not caring if anyone heard him. “The main thing is that he has a trough of sufficient size.”
“Not just a trough, but a decommissioned battleship!” Polo declared proudly.

- With a crew?

--With a crew! A full crew of walking dead, zombies, and ghosts!
--They would look more lively if he fed them properly, -- Vlad chimed in.
In another part of the tavern, a Yoru climbed onto a table (a halfling was also sitting at the table). He said that he and his companion had killed a terrible werewolf monster and were ready to repeat the feat against any other monster.

- So, we'll have to feed them!
As May headed towards the exit, she overheard a conversation between Yoru and suggested that Vlad take this couple with him. Just in case.

– Well, he’s probably lying about everything. Never mind, there are plenty of other people, – Vlad replied. – Hey, hunters! Have you heard about the Kraken?

May stayed behind to watch.

A couple wished them good luck, and a stern boatswain led Vlad and May to the pier. There, they saw a magnificent warship: it had huge white sails and even a steam engine, and there were countless cannons. Brave sailors with wide smiles were working hard on it, ready to carry out their commander's orders at any moment.

May liked the ship and asked when it would set sail and if she could spend some more time in the tavern before departure.