Unexplained Yorl RP: Staring Rojo & Devon!

[Rojo]

"Well...I'm sure the dockmaster has, but I doubt anybody else will recognise who I am from here..."

[Seven]

"But couldn't the dockmaster inform the others of your return?"

[Rojo]

Rojo paused and looked back at Devon, turning away from the port
"There's a thought..."
A large crowd begins to amass around the docks, but Rojo has turned away to look at Devon.

[Seven]

"Oh boy Rojo--it looks like they're going to head this way," he says, looking over Rojo's shoulder at the large throng of people on one side of the deck. he couldn't help but think it looked funny, how they pushed one another to get at look, as if Rojo were a super-celebrity, so he chuckled." Rojo, shame on you! You never told me you were a celebrity!"

[Rojo]

Rojo looks bemused for a minute
"Wha'?" then a loud buzz fills his ears, like a lot of bees in a hive. He looks around. Rojo starts and scrambles over to Devon
"Bloody Hell!"

[Seven]

Devon looks confused, a little unprepared for Rojo's sudden scrambling. "Rojo--what's wrong?"

[Rojo]

"I was expecting a little fuss, but not this much! Look, people are even swimming!" he points to three or four people moving towards them through the water.

[Seven]

"Like I said, celebrity," he teases Rojo.

[Rojo]

Rojo looks ad Devon with a look that suggests this isn't the time for such things as teasing. He stands up as the first two people reach the boat
"Back! Back I say!" he says, grabbing a spare oar and jabbing at the people.

[Seven]

Devon now just looks confused. These are his friends, right? Why would he be jabbing them back with an oar?

[Rojo]

The people still persist. Trying to get into the boat
"Argh! Look, um, er, if you leave me alone, I'll...give you my sock!"
One of the men stops and swims back. Rojo looks at the two women
"A lock of my hair?" the women swam away. Rojo looks down at the remaining person; he's a dwarf.
"Whut about ol' friends?" he says. Rojo blinks for a moment, then pulls the sopping wet dwarf into the boat and shakes his hand thouroughly
"Turin!"
"Aye, Rojo" says the dwarf "and who's this bloke?"
"Oh, this is Devon...he's...foreign."
Turin holds a hand out for Devon
"Nice tae meet yeh, Devon."

[Seven]

Devon was surprised that the 'intruders' would dismiss themselves for pieces off of Rojo's person. They really WERE rabid fanboy/girls.

Still, he smiles when Turin introduces himself. He had never seen such a type of person before, though he should have expected it from the name 'dwarf.' He holds out a hand to shake, "Pleasure to meet you, Turin," he says, accidentally picking up his noble-esque mannerisms again.

[Rojo]

"Aye" says Turin again. His bald head and brown beard are both dripping wet. He wears strange clothes, almost as alien as Rojo's.
"The little lizard bloke and the foxy elf ladey come through a few days back, they was goin' beserk! Askin' where ye was, assaultin' the cap'n when he said he didn't know..."
"They attacked Squall?"
"Well, pointy-ears pushed 'im off 'is chair," he gave a grin "she got a nice arse..."
"Oi!" scolds Rojo "You musn't talk about Tial that way, she's a dignified woman!"
"Yer, whateva...Anyways, they went off back to Glin, made us swear if ye came back they'd be waitin' for ye there."

[Seven]

Devon listened to what Turin had to say before looking to Rojo, "So I guess we need to go to Glin then?"

[Rojo]

"I guess so..." agrees Rojo "they're gonna kill me...I can't fathom what they've done to poor Mr. Ditton...but I'm sure it's not a scratch on what I'm gonna do to the little snot..."

Turin shakes his head and steps out of the boat onto the dock and makes his way through the crowd.

Rojo looks at Devon
"I'm scared to get off the boat..."