Meredith
*Dragovin stood towards the ships' bow, looking ahead. Soon the cog they had been riding across the Crimson Gulf would be landing on Salvania's shores. They'd set sail just a few days ago, but the Slaver's War felt far away from everything here. Dragovin had spent much of his life already dodging between the battle lines and territory borders, trying to recover who he was hired to find. The work wore on him, physically and emotionally, so he was glad to have a new start. The Pale Oni turned back towards the rest of the ship, trying to see if he could spot Evette anywhere. Dragovin wore his armor under his coat, practically keeping all of his belongings strapped to him.*
Sylvester
Evette had thought the way the boat swayed was pretty neat the first couple hours but after a couple more it had become decidedly less neat. She had been standing at the back of the boat for the past twenty minutes, leaning over the side to watch the smaller row boat get dragged behind. She was also pretty sure leaning over the side was making her less dizzy so long as she didn't close her eyes. All of this open water was making her miss the city and all of the people with their tasty bread. She had eaten the last of her bread yesterday so all that she had left were berries and nuts. With a grumble she leaned back to prop her elbows up to rest against the top of the wood, resting her chin in her hands. The crew had an abundance of fish and had offered that to her but Evette didn't much care for it. Turning her head to regard the other end of the ship, she perked up at the sight of Dragovin. The pale oni (that is what he had told her he was) had always been pretty friendly so if he had any bread left he might be willing to give her some. Smiling, she made her way towards the bow of the ship, moving fairly gracefully across the lightly swaying deck, while making sure she didn't clip any of the shiphands with her antlers.

"Good morning!" She chirped at Dragovin, giving him her friendliest smile. "You, wouldn't, maybe, have any bread that you didn't want? I guess, I must have forgotten to ration it." The concept of storing food for long periods of time was not one that she was taking to.
Meredith
"Good morning." *Dragovin returned the smile, though paused as he tried to remember. Did he eat the last of his bread?* "Here, give me a second." *Dragovin dropped to a knee as he moved his gear around, trying to find the small knapsack that he kept his small supply of food in. He hadn't thought to bring much, but was sure to have some left. He had barely eaten once setting foot upon the ship. He removed the bundle made from his clothes and rope and untied it, revealing it contents. All he had was an apple, a small loaf of bread, and a bit of salted jerky. It wasn't exactly a king's feast, but Dragovin had gotten used to eating lightly on his long trips searching through the woods and plains. Gingerly, he took the bit of bread and held it up to Evette.* "We should be able to find something better once we land, but this should do for now."
Sylvester
"Oh, thanks!" She immediately took the offered bread and began eating. It wasn't as good as the bread she would make at her bakery. The soft, flaky, fluffy bread. Nice and hot after just being pulled from the oven, with a butter and honey spread. Those were the days. 

"I sure do hope we land somewhere with a nice bakery! That would be swell." She remarked between mouthfuls. All in all, they had boarded the ship in order to get away from the war which everyone said was getting worse with each passing day. It was definitely worse to her when they burned down her bakery. 

"Say, what did you plan on doing in this new land?" She asked, curious as she dusted the crumbs from her fingers.
Meredith
*Dragovin had been thinking about that question during the voyage over. His role felt natural up North, but he wondered if he would find such similar job here. After all, slavers weren't running rampant, and Salvania had been well settled. For the most part, at least. Even his life as a tracker had been providence, something he fell into more than anything else. As Dragovin tied his gear back up, making sure to leave the apple out, he answered Evette's question to the best of his ability.* "I think more of the same. I want to see the New Sunlight Guild at some point, but that's easily a month's ride away." *He straightened up and tied his bundle to his back before wiping nonexistent dust from the breastplate of his armor.*