By the time the sun was setting, Aure and Atashi had been sparing for a few hours, and the elf was sweating enough for her armor's undershirt.  Early on in the spar she had learned not to actually block the blows from the Kossick woman.  Each time she did it felt like her arms would break.  Instead, she did what she was really good at, deflecting the blows she could not dodge with her dance of a sword style.  By the end of the multiple rounds of the sparring, Aure was exhausted and breathing heavily.<br/><br/>After the fight, she had changed into some clean cloth pants, and a plain white shirt.  They were all far more baggy than the leather armor she wore, far less flattering than the armor.  Her body's toned muscles and slight curves were hidden by the cloths.  She was now barefoot though. Under the baggy cloths.  Of course to change out of her sweaty cloths had been uncomfortable until she had found somewhere she could hide from prying eyes.<br/><br/>That is what Aure was dressed in when she was talking with Atashi below decks later that evening, while everyone else was getting drunk.  She had no desire for the alcohol herself after sweating so much in the sparring match, instead, she was just leaning against the side of the boat and talking to Atashi.  Well, at least that is what she was doing until a pair of the drunks decided to walk over and interrupt.<br/><br/><span style="color: Magenta">“Oh, drunks walking over with a bag of money... I don't like where this is going.”</span>Aure muttered to Atashi before the pair of drunk men were within hearing.  As they approached, Are crossed her arms over her chest and glared at them both, but stayed mostly silent.  She didn't feel like she needed to add anything to a conversation.  They were wanting to talk to Atashi it seemed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>