<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Gabriel</span></span><br/><br/>Gab finished his rounds over the balloon sail, making sure that the ropes ended up where they were supposed to be, and was crawling down from the top to prepare for potential boarding when he was Richmond, the new guy. Gab hooked a foot in the rigging and hung upside down from the bottom of the balloon.<br/><br/>"Hey, Richmond," he said, calling to him from only a small distance above his head. "How are you holding up?"<br/><br/>Gab had sparred with the polite newcomer once, and to give him some credit he was actually pretty good. He had obviously had some classical training which served him well, but Gab had learned early in his life that the difference between a friendly sparring match and a true battle was no laughing matter, and that difference could be intimidating. Gab could still remember the buccaneer that had shown him that, he still had the scars to remind him.