Conquest of the Horde

There's a sign on the billboards of the many port towns controlled by the goblins. Normally, the sign would have something of significant importance. Today, however, and unfortunately for your stomach, is a desperate advertisement by a depressing fellow who attempted mining with a skinning knife:

"A gallows-humorist, part-time author, leatherworker, explorer, gorilla vs. human chess apprentice, skinner-of-gorillas-good-at-chess, amateur pick-pocket, amateur gorilla silverback, enjoys long walks on the beach, does not enjoy running away from Southsea Pirates from walking too far down the beach, snazzy-wearer of gorilla silverback pelts, mercenary of the Steamwheedle Cartel, off-chance acrobat, level seven bard, a bad poet, a worse drinker, an even more terrible pick-up artist, a surprisingly talented finger-painter, etc., etc., Hugh "the Fox" Crevan is looking for a master pirate to teach him pirate mastery. Visit him today! Please visit him. He really wants to be a pirate."

You walk away, pretending you didn't read such an embarrassing piece of advertisement. Of course, you're not going to tear it down, since you want people to laugh at him as well...

Krest actually walks up to the poster, having seen people leaving before chuckling, shaking his head.

"I may know someone who can help out.. She was once a pirate and probably still teach others about it."

He writes down the mans name on his arm, shaking his head and walking away.

Captain Grenzi Goldrang of the Bilgewater Cartel would stop to briefly read the sign, perking a brow. A chuckle escapes the buccaneer's lips.

"The fox? More like... the sucks!"

The good captain chuckles, an expression reciprocated by the crew following the goblin. Still laughing, the group moves to get a drink.