I had left a notice on tha notice board all dem minutes ago, statin mah decision ta charta a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shizzle ta Lilmoth. While dat shiznit was mostly meant ta mark mah departure, I put tha notice up fo' any scholars whoz ass might, by some strange will or desire, wanna come along wit me as well.

I had no solid scam of what tha fuck ta expect n' havin heard horror stories bout Argonia tha scam was less than thrillin yo, but tha prospect of peepin' mo' bout Rojun was too much n' mah curiositizzle had gotten tha betta of mah dirty ass.

Despite Argonia's inhospitable nature, Lilmoth still traded wit tha outside ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! While I did not imagine it as a holidizzle resort, certainly, if it had trade, it had ta be mo' welcomin ta outsidaz than tha rest of tha province.

Now, just before sundown, mah shizzle finally arrives n' docks on Silvyn's pier n' shit. It's a big-ass thang ta be sure, big-ass enough ta shizzle both supplies n' people.

Afta tyin tha shizzle down, a gangplank is lowered n' tha Captain, a old, crude, crusty lookin Nord, disembarks ta hook up mah dirty ass.

"Yo ass is tha captain, I take it?" I say, callin up ta tha playa as da thug strutts off tha gangplank n' stops before mah dirty ass.

I looks all up in mah grill all up in his beady chillaxed eyes n' runs a hand all up in his fuckin long gray beard. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Aye lass, I be tha captain..."

"Good." I state.

I'm up in a mo' straight-up todizzle, dis trip was not ta be taken entirely lightly fo' realz. As such, I've opted ta wear tha entirety of mah armor, a gangbangin' full suit of moonstone n' steel-made elven gear. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Strapped across mah back is mah shield, while mah sword is where it probably is, hooked ta mah belt at mah waist.

"So ya' be goin ta Lilmoth..." Da captain say idly as dat schmoooove muthafucka hobblez around, admirin tha construction of tha pier n' shit. "Aye aye, Keep yo' head down, n' it'll all be aiiight. Da lizardz ain't cuddly yo, but they won't chop yo' head off without spittin some lyrics ta ya first, at least."

I roll mah eye all up in tha remark n' chillax mah posture. "Dope ta know."

"So... ya be it?"

"Fuck dat shit, there should be mo' coming, so we will wait fo' a while." I say. Reachin down, I pick up tha big-ass pack at mah feet n' throw it over mah shoulder n' shit. "Now then, while we're waiting, I presume I have..."

"Ah fo'sho, yo' quarters, of course." Da captain says, removin his basebizzle cap ta scratch is baldin scalp. "Next ta mah own, you'll peep tha entrizzle next ta tha captain's cabin door on tha main deck of tha ship, far left."

"Then I'll go make mah dirty ass comfortable." With that, I move past tha captain n' make mah way up tha gangplank.

When I arrive at mah quarters, I'm pleased ta peep dat they're at least somewhat spacious. Located on tha far left side of dis ship, tha room rides hard fo' a window across tha left wall wit a lil' small-ass two thug table against it ta trip off tha view. On tha otherside of tha room, against tha wooden wall dat separated mah quartas from tha captains, was a lil' small-ass bed, big-ass enough fo' mah dirty ass.

I nod all up in tha arrangement, content. "This will do."

Settin mah pack up in tha room, I make mah way back outside ta tha main deck. Up tha stairs near tha door ta mah room n' ta tha back of tha shizzle on tha stern deck, I can peep tha captain all up in tha helm, orderin his crazy-ass pimps around, makin dem ta prepare every last muthafuckin thang just so.

Certainly tha captain don't step tha fuck up ta be tha classiest thug yo, but all up in tha straight-up least he knew how tha fuck ta command his crazy-ass pimps n' sail his ship. It's all I can ask for, straight-up.