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Jon was already on the ship, searching without success for the crowbar. Volo got on the ship too. "So how did it go inside with the cult people?" he asks those who had been there.

"I'm on it, brother!" Jon says before quickly rushing back toward the ship to fetch the crowbar.

"Oh I like the way you think, sir," Jon exclaims before lowering his voice a bit. "You wouldn't happen to have a crowbar on your person, would ya?"

"Oh, more than i could ever imagine, im sure," Jon replies. "But it wouldn't be possible to get that gold, right? Right?"

"I know, right?" Jon concurs. "These people we're traveling with are nothing more than a couple of big headed and unrealistic fools. Like, who do they think they are? Going after the freaking dragons... Honestly! It's rather crazy if you ask me. In just here for the gold, if truth be told."

Jon was smoking. "Ah this is the life," he says with a happy sigh. "So what brings you here, Mr. Scath?"

"Six people to protect the world?" Volo asks before breaking out into a very over dramatic laughter. "You've got to be kidding me."

"Oh that Ringo has a big mouth," Volo says and chuckles. "I for one don't exactly trust him. What about the two of you? How well do you actually know that guy?"

"That's a very fair point, captain," Volo admits. "I'm sure Ringo and Goldilocks have what it takes to deal with whatever it is that's happening in there."

"There is no negative meaning behind any of the nicknames I make, Captain Bigears," Volo explains to Terra. "Anyway, why are you still out here too?"

"Yeah I have to agree with the tin man here," Volo says. "Do you intend on going in there, Steiner?" he then asks Onyxus.

Volo isn't overly keen on kissing the butts of dragon worshippers so he decides to wait outside. He had told the others he would stand guard.

"Calling me a grounder? Who the hell do they think they are...?" Volo mutters to himself.

"I say we gather around and share what we know and then make a plan to lure out a dragon so we can kill it."

"Then where do you suppose we'll find them?" Volo asks. "You must have some plan up your sleeve. Otherwise we'll make one right this moment."

"So you have reason to believe we'll find dragons here, captain?" Volo asks.

“Aye, sir!” Volo says with an appropriate hand gesture before walking up to the helm to take the wheel. Ah, how sweet the sea breeze could be.

“Goldilocks said it best,” Volo concurs. “The dragons have ruled our lands far too long. The endeavour ahead of us is a merciless one to be sure, but the dragons will get what they deserve. Soon there will be hell to pay.”

Volo turns around with a intrigued smirk on his face. “Bela in the bedroom, huh? Do elaborate, please.”

Volo looks on unimpressed. "Well, I suppose it remains to be seen," he says before walking away.

Volo's facial expression turns from a lax one to a more stern one. "You think this is going to be easy? Killing the tyrant dragons of Lythan?"

"Nothing more to it?" Volo asks. "Surely you must have had some kind of motive behind joining up."

Volo walks up next to Scath looking out over the world. "So what's your story, Ringo?" he asks in a normal tone.

Volo boarded the ship. This would be good. With a ship of this caliber and a crew of this size they would stand a good chance against the tyrannical dragons of the land. And in his position of nighttime helmsman, Volo was quite content. Jon climbed up the ladder to the bird’s nest where he sat...

Jon inhales deeply of the white flower.

"You got it, tin man," Volo says and slaps Belo's back before writing "Kyouin Hyoma" on the Belo's crew list.

Volo’s lips shape into something that looks like a mix between a grin and a smirk. “If this is something you are indeed serious about, then count me in, sir. I will do anything to rid my home of those wretched creatures.”

Volo walks over to Belo’s table. “So, tin man, I hear you’re recruiting members for an attack on the dragons. Tell me, just how serious are your endeavors?”

Volo raises an eyebrow. He was not expecting the captain to have heard his remark. "My apologies to you, Captain Bigears," he starts as he walks over to Terra. "That does sound rather extraordinary. However, gold and riches is not what I am personally seeking."

"What's that? Not a single one of the old crew wanted to stay with the lad?" Volo asks very curiously. "Sounds to me like he's not that great of a fellow."

"Oh I see how it is," Volo responds to Drovik. "So I know the tin man over there intends to slay the dragons, but what exactly is the motive of the fellow you're joining?"

Volo shakes Drovik's hand. "So tell me Goldilocks, what brings you here? Did you come for the adventures that the oh so soft barmaid spoke of?"

Volo looks back at the man who just clapped him on the back. Perhaps it was best to keep his real name a secret. After all, one could never be too safe these days, with dragons and dragon spies lurking everywhere. "My name is Kyouin Hyoma, the mad raven of the dunes! Mwahahahahaaaaa!" He tries...

"Me hard?" Volo questions the barmaid. "Hardly. If you think me hard you must be rather the softy yourself. What adventures are you talking about anyway?"

"Mmmmm! Not bad! This is quite the beer, I must say." Volo says and takes another sip. Then he turns to the barmaid with a smirk. "People like me, you say? What kind of people are that?"

Volo came into the town of South Dock with a group of five other people. They had ventured from the desert and Volo had acted as the giude and guardian for the other five, who were businessmen of some kind. Upon having arrived safely in South Dock Volo was paied for having escorted the five...