<b><span style="font-size: 18px">East of Yartar; The Barge</span></b><br/><br/>"...alright then, if it is not too much trouble." Again Jenine eyed the craft. Did she already think it dinky? Still, transit was transit.<br/><br/>Although a little bird in her stomach fluttered as she watched Lydia's motions. If they would stop her was one thing, but admittedly, this chance meeting seemed a touch too likely.<i>It's nothing. Even if it is, who cares.<br/>
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This is why I won't live to be thirty,</i>she berated herself mentally as the board availed itself for her.<i>Walking into strange boats with strange people</i>... her anxiety was visible as she picked herself up and started to board.<i>How old am I anyways, ah, who's keeping count.</i><br/><br/>Her suspicion was evident as she came closer, yet it did little to break her stride. Contradictory, she was sure. Just one of her little quirks. She was most of the way up before she paused. Not able to wait much longer. "This is a normal trade vessel from a company of repute, right?" she stated with a bit of skepticism. No, she didn't<i>know </i>anything, but she was far up enough that the orc likely didn't have much reason to hide longer, and hiding behind Lydia definitely left a few clues that made Jenine weary. More to the point, the more she saw, the less it looked like quarters any well-off lady would put up with... let alone this one between a distinct smell and the deck she starting to see clearly. I<i> mean, I'd live with it, but I've seen enough stuck-up brats and people thinking highly of themselves...</i>