<span style="color: magenta">"Wanted posters?"</span>Sardonic amusement tugged the corners of Eira's mouth into a wider smile, though the expression failed to reach her brooding eyes.<span style="color: magenta">"That's... a different approach for them."</span>But she dipped her chin in a polite, deferential nod to Winnie and Darion both, assent to their proposals, and she began to agree,<span style="color: magenta">"A meal sounds perf--"</span><br/><br/>And then the beast and rider descended onto deck, and she'd half-drawn her curved Dvergar longsword from its scabbard. For all that she'd had weeks to accustom herself to life aboard ship, she was still edgy -- and the rider dismounting, and her dragon-wolf shrinking, failed to entirely reassure her. Still, she eased the blade most of the way back home as introductions were made, and she held her tongue. It was not her place to deal with the newcomer.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>