10 Years Ago, in Llomerryn (OPEN)

Jorah saw the pained questions in her face, and returned it with a bright smile. Vigorously, he took her hand in both of his and shook it. Then, he dragged her hand up into the air, and the whole boat cheered, yipped, and whistled in a doubly loud hurrah. Through the ruckus and celebration, several kegs splashing their innards amid hats tossed in the air and trampled, Jorah pulled the quizical creature into the captains quarters. The stink of more distilled spirits pervaded the cluttered, ramshackle bunk, which had far too many trinkets, junk, and garbage piled about. Rummaging about, Jorah found a bottle of whiskey with a crown printed on then label, a dragon chess set, and a shark tooth the side of his fist. With all of these in his arms, he returned to her.

First, he showed her the whiskey bottle, and tapped on the crown. He plucked out the 'Leader' figure of the dragon chess set, and pluncked it beside the bottle. Lastly, he palmed the tooth, but felt at a loss at how to gesticulate the large shark token as a symbol for being the boss. So he just offered it to her, hoping for the meaning to dawn.