Thwip
After his great plan is unfurled, Thwip watches as the others wander off to do as he suggested.No arguments or attempts at stabbing has put him in a strange mood. “Uh. Okay then.” Respect isn’t what he thought it would feel like. He then wanders off to do his own snooping.
[there is a meeting]
Thwip’s depression begins to settle in more deeply. Climbing into his hammock he begins his nightly obsession over his day.
He had been gearing up to unravel a plot and it turned out that everything was on the up and up. What would become of his plans? Plan B could be reused. Plan C and D required the ship not being powered by magic winds. Plan E wasn’t very good, he had to admit to himself, but it could be combined with Plans F through H. Plans I through Z were just variations on “Shoot it” He was slightly embarrassed about how often that was used…
With this bubbling through his mind, Thwip nods off.
