Wort watches the events carefully, eyeing the fellow crew members closely. He sighs, wondering what his role will be here. He figures he'll just wait for trouble, it always seems to find him.

He moves to a point where he can see most of the others he knows, keep and eye on the woman he'd spoken to before at the Acorns, and then stands their stoically, head resting on the butt end of his greataxe, staring out at the water, waiting for trouble, looking a tad forelorne.

"If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice." ---Rush, "Freewill"
Just a D.A.M. Half-Orc.