It was only the second time Gra'Zir was on a boat. Somehow, he had forgotten how much he hated sailing, or perhaps just thought he could not endure it. Still, it was with a smile Gra'Zir found himself to be sick only once during the trip, though Sickened for the entire duration. The black cat swayed on the deck like a drunk, very quiet and with droopy ears and a low tail, but with a smile on his lips that revealed just the tips of his fangs.<br/><br/>Gra'Zir was catfolk, and as far as he could see he was the only one aboard the ship, nor had he seen any of his race in the port city of Foil’s Rest from which he had started this gut-churning journey. In Light's Beacon there were supposed to be opportunities for adventure and riches offered to brave heroes – or to cats who could fake bravery - but in truth Gra'Zir had only boarded the ship due to an overzealous local guard force and a powerful man who dig not appreciate that a catfolk ran off with his wallet... which contained the ticket for the ship.<br/><br/>It was a shame there were no other catfolk on the boat, for Gra'Zir would have liked the company of his own kind. He was short, even for his lithe race, only 4'8'' tall, but he considered himself handsome. His fur was neat and well groomed, mostly black, with white tips on the eats and on his hands and his feet. How horrible would it be to be a tabby cat or some awful shade of orange? Gra'Zir blended into the night, and looked enough like any other black catfolk that people could not identify him as the culprit of any crime... which was another reason he wished his race was more prolific in this region. As he thought of his loneliness, he smiled.<br/><br/>The boat docked - at last, the journey had been entirely too long - and Gra'Zir rushed to get off.<br/>It was then he saw he was not the only cat here after all. It was not a catfolk, but it was still quite amazing: a big cat-cat, following some elf girl like a lapdog. Such pity, it should be free like Gra'Zir, and he followed the elf woman, wishing, perhaps, to spot why the big cat obeyed this woman. A woman of power of animals, perhaps, here to fight the undead? Powerful then, to sway the noblest of beasts. And so, a valuable ally to fight alongside for the promised riches of the island, yes yes.<br/><br/>"Gra'Zir introduces himself," Gra’Zir said to the elf, keeping a smile on his face and a healthy distance to the tiger, "his name is Gra'Zir, the Swashy Cat. Perhaps you would not mind the company of a second feline companion, beautiful elf maid?"