Diego had moved down into the decks of the ship with the rest of the crew. He went on gambling with the crew and becoming more friendly with each of them. Already he had started to gain popularity among them due to his skill with the lute. It was always a morale boost to have a fine bit of music ringing in your ears as you went about your business. Eventually he settled off to the side and watched the festivities continue into the night.<br/><br/>That is until he was asked to come up to the ship's wheel. It irked him slightly that the invitation was so close to an order. He tok it in stride though. He wasn't the captain of the ship, he was a hired hand. After he had finally escaped the choking inner hold, and felt the cold, crisp air of night's breath, his simmering rage was blown away, leaving only the lingering suspicion of this "Reshad".<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Orange">You're a water fond sort, that's obvious. But ye know, I think your more than that. I heard ye talkin' to the elf mage girl. Nice bit of talk. Or at least, it was a nice bit of not answering. It's the hat that gives it away. I've seen more sea than the rest of the idiots on this boat and I know the Blue Banshee's colors when I see them.</span>"<br/><br/>His left hand went up to his hat, grasping the brim of it. His face contorted into a grin while his right hand fell to the handle of his sword. The leather wrapping around the blade hid it from view, concealing his true identity by the thinnest of veils. His eyes revealed nothing but started to resemble the dark gray of storm clouds.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">And if I was a part of the Singing Ship?</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>