Thoven

Still swaying back and forth he smiles, "Enough shrooms to put down a...well...something big for a very long time." A dreamy look came to his eye, his mouth watering as he thought about all those delicious triptastic shrooms. He had never given thought to what actually happened to them after they were confiscated, but hoped they hadn't been burned or something crazy. He knew the chances of them being used were less than one percent in such a strict nation as Taladar. So far, the thought of flying away as opposed to being stuck on the boat hadn't really occured to him, though neither did the fact that there are orc pirates somewhere nearby, but that would likely hit him soon enough.