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<li data-xf-list-type="ul">There was no way that this person was a noble. There was nothing "noble" about him. Of course, the only image that she had in her mind of nobles was the image of the King of Darkness, ruthless with a purpose, foreboding, powerful, and handsome. This man had absolutely none of those qualities. And here she was, stuck with him going only where the Gods would guide them. Some Kingdom, perhaps a smaller territory, but somewhere she definitely hadn't heard of. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf0040">"Ah. . .no, ah don' think I'll be takin' you up on yer offer,"</span> she said, flatly and plainly refusing Nao's drunken advance. Instinctively, she took a step back and the man drew in closer to her, unsure of what he was going to do and uneasy considering the possibilities in her mind. Very rarely had she ever been in close quarters with another human, and every rarely was it ever a good thing when she was. The smell of liquor filled her nose as she spoke, his words slow, slurred, and uncertain. The explanations that she was given, or rather lack thereof, made very little sense. Then again, why was she searching for one person she barely knew so hard? It wasn't like meeting the young lady and her disturbing body guard was going to change anything. But being stuck here on this ship with the drunken. . .whatever he was, and the incompetent servant? That was an entirely different matter. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf0040">"I-If ya say so. . ."</span> she said nervously, wanting now to escape the grasp of the man.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf0040">"R-Right, ah gu - "</span> Before she could even finish uttering her statement, Nao was on her, shouting and bouncing around. But then, he did something strange. He swatted at. . .spirits? Though she could not see him, she could sense them there. And she could sense them leaving as he shooed them away. Perhaps there was more to the nobleman than she thought? Nao quickly showed her just how wrong she was when he opened his mouth once more, pulling her alongside him back into the ship. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf0040"><i>What in tha hell did'ah get mahself into here,</i></span> she thought. At least she wasn't alone in terms of those thoughts, even the squire was growing short of patience and looked to be ready to murder the man.<br/>
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Dinner. It sounded normal enough. Eat some food. Get some sleep. . .do this all over again the next day? The thought made her groan inwardly. They would be landing eventually, and she figured she would just slip away once they got where they were going. Then, her problems would be gone. Or so they would be in theory. <i>I could use a drink,</i> she thought. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf0040">"M-Might as well. . ."</span>[/list:u]</li>
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