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Alorir looked around as a man walked into the pub, he looke down on the man as he asked for the "wretch" that owned the ship. Alorir spoke in his usual deep voice, "I do believe, that you are refering to my...current captain..." the last two words were little more than a growl, though it should have been understandable for the man, "And I must politely ask that you do not use such insults again." Alorir reached into the bag and drew the three-inch-long battle axe, which quickly grew to its former five-foot length...

Garth turned to the man who had just entered. His good eye gleamed with the cunning of a Fox as he watched the man try to find the one with 'the ship'.

"A ship sir?" He spoke up, "I have a ship but its only a tiny one. Me and my crew will be out of your hair in the hour. We come here wanting nor giving any trouble but I do doubt you would want us to prolong our stay here." His voice was entirely unthreatening as he took steps to come closer to the man, but not at an offensive distance, "Some.." He looked to the side trying to find the right veiled words, "Acquaintances of ours.. Seem to want to play.. Er.. Um.." He looked to the side again, "Tag?" He looked up hoping the man would accept his words.

His hand went behind his back, a small light could be seen being conjured there. It faded away quickly though, it could only be noticed by those who were particualarly close to him.

He brought his hand forward, "Of course We wouldn't dream of coming and going without paying tribute to great duke such as your self, sir." He bowed lowly as he opened his hand, revealing ten gold coins, "If you require a more generous token of appreciation than this, sir, You only need ask."

He took the mans hand, still bowed of course, and put the gold into his palm, turning on his heel his demeanor changed almost at an instant as a small bar maid came to him.

He straightened, "An herbalist?" He quirked a brow, "You know herbs?" He was genuinely surprised about this little development. He took another silk pouch from his pocket and looked at it. It had her name sewn into one side but had only two gemstones on it: Saphire and diamond. He waved his hand over it and when his hand passed over it there was an emerald on it instead.

"Here you are Ms Yue." He handed it to her with a mischievious grin.

When they'd reached the ship Sturm took the lead, Qualinesti just behind him. A woman had already reached the top of the ramp so he waited patiently for her to board, occupying himself with shuffling through the bag.

"Are you sure we can't fit more in the pouches?" He pulled out a dagger and holding strap from the bag, looking from it back to his wife. Turning his eyes to the pouch again, he openned it and eased it in, not wanting to cram anything or break the pouch. When it dropped easily in he smiled and continued to dig through the larger bag they carried.

Finished with his drink, Alorir stood up and started walking towards the ship. it was a calm night, nothing was stirring. Alorir slwoly eased off his helemt, revealing pure gold eyes and short, silvery hair. He walked up behind Qualinesti and Sturm and continued on up the ramp.

On the top, Alorir looked at the towering figure of the Minotaur, "It will be good," He said, "To have another only slightly larger than I!"

Qualinesti looked up at the sound of the booming voice, immediately recognizing the minotaur for what it was. Her eyes widenned and she grimmaced. Now she knew why they should not have mentioned the bet. The didn't really need to apparently.

When Tahngarth's attention diverted, Qualinesti pushed Sturm forward onto the boat.

"Come! Lets go!" She nudged him until they were securely on the ship.

Golden eyes glinted in the darkness as if they were a cat's. They blinked - watching Qual and Sturm come aboard. As sson as they were passed the Minotaur giant the figure moved forward. A man in a long silky black cloak stepped infront of the two, Golden eyes like a dragon, black messy hair and paper white skin. Obviously a mage of some sort.

"Hello." The man said quietly, "My name is Dorron. I see you've made it passed the gaurd. Shall I take the two of you to your room?" He searched Qual's expession for a certain type of emotion, his aether hand reaching out and into her mind to see if she knew him.

After only a second of probing he retracted his Aether hand and turned to guide them across the large ship. His cloak flickering like a wild black flame as he walked across the deck.

Emmeline blinked up at the creature, but she expected no less from someone who had done so much to have something unexpected on the ship. Shrugging, she held out the pouch. With a little persuasion as she walked, and a lot of elbow grease, she managed to get her belt, headpiece, ring, necklace, and dagger into the pouch, though just barely. She smiled as she walked past onto the ship.

Emmeline almost seemed to radiate readiness. She may not have a title, but she still had her teachings and knowledge. Though some of it would have to be broken such as the bowing at everyone that she met, but other than that, she thought she would be pretty ok. She was tought how to fight with a dagger, but that was it. She had knowledge of other worlds from going to the pub and her teachers, and knew that such creatures as minotaurs existed but she had never seen one and was quite curious about it.

Keeping her hood up, her ocean eyes glinting as she watched the man, creature, she didn't exactly know what to call the minotaur other than what it was. She smiled a little more before sitting a little straighter and pulling her hood down.

Long auburn hair rippled in waves down her back and over her shoulders. Her eyes twinkled with the thrill of the adventures that awaited her. Her lips red as the rose, small but lush, her cheeks held a light pink hue. Her face was that of what one would expect a lady to look like, "perfect" but she never thought she was. She hated it when people told her that because she didn't want to be perfect. Emmeline wanted to be flawed, to be something other than what everyone expected.