A Drink...

The First Mate opens the shutter of a few everbright lanterns, lightening up the loungue. (FOr him, anyway, Kaspar can see in the dark just fine. "Kind of nice to be here when it's quiet," the First Mate says, gesturing to the floor-to-ceiling hardened glass facing. "Gorgeous out there, isn't it? It's only better topside."

The half-elf goes around the bar and begins to root around. "Got to find the right key for this cabinet. You're fromt he Shadow Marches originally, right? I heard that your capital city is on stilts above the swamps."

(Make a Spot and a Listen check)