Ebica liked to think she had an<i>excuse </i>for sleeping like the dead, but it was her own damn fault. She couldn't really blame Lady Death for that particular habit of hers. When the mechanical alarm clock beside her started ringing, she mumbled "Stop it, I work the night shift." That didn't magically make it stop: the high-pitched bell got louder. Ebica cracked a bleary eye and smacked the chattering mechanical skull. It shut up, but it had already done its job. She groaned, rolled out of bed, and stretched.<br/><br/>She'd decided to spend the night at a cozy tavern not too far from the ship. Ebica liked flying on the ship just fine, but she was a city girl at heart. Getting the chance to stretch her legs on solid floating ground was always a treat. Idly, she considered what to do today: sweet pastries were a must, and maybe she could find a bedpartner for the night, or pick up another plant for her room back on the<i>The Obsidian Wing... </i><br/><br/>Ebica caught sight of a letter and sighed. Or she could read the 'mysterious' missive. She picked up the letter, skimmed it, and tucked it away. A mission it was. She started to get ready with beleaguered efficiency. The alarm clock went into her bag, as did the missive. Ebica washed, put on her tunic and pants, and buckled on her scale mail. After haphazardly tying back her cloud of hair, she picked up her shield. Fondly, she rapped her knuckles against the symbol of her deity. Though laidback about most things, Ebica was very careful in taking care of her shield. That and her amulet were the only things that hinted at her role as a cleric: otherwise, in both appearance and manner, she seemed like any other secular warrior.<br/><br/>"Haven't heard from you in a bit, Lady," she said out loud. Her eyes drifted to the deck of playing cards by her bedside. Perhaps an augury... she shook her head. No need for that yet. Her Lady would make Herself known when She wanted to. Ebica strapped the shield to her back, tossed the playing cards into her bag, and headed out.<br/><br/>Duty called. Or at least, the captain did.