(By the time I was ready to post yall got ahead of me, I'll need to bite into your posts just a bit, but this should work)<br/><br/>*Wiska was at odds with herself, she hadn't noticed Seydons gazes nor was even aware that she might be attracted to anyone period, her mind was in essence, unmolded yet nature forged. Everything she knew, all of her experiences occurred alone, out of the reach of civilization with the acception of a few weeks prior to today, when she stumbled upon the city of April and began to trade her excess meat with the Hana, it was good having more tasty things to eat.*<br/><br/>*However, Wiska was also a Shaman, she could sense Sin's tension the moment her ire arose. Grateful for the gifts the goddess gave her, and her primal mind realizing the Goddess likely had some kind of plan for them, Wiska stepped in and lowered her staff giving Seydon a firm whack on the leg which probably stung a little but wasn't capable of really harming him. From there she held the loop of her staff level with the ground and from it's ring arose a glowing fog that became the form of a feral tiger, she began chanting and before the trio was displayed a re-enactment of the scene that took place. "Seydon was fighting the tiger because it would not back down",*Wiska stated sporting an accent so ancient that none would recognize it (Probably a little Cajun)*, "They were threats to each other, he had to kill the Tiger or be killed by it. This was a fight between two mighty meat-eaters, paid for with the scars on his left hip."<br/><br/>*However, Wiska too had something to say, and it had nothing to do with the big shark man. She raised her staff and pointed it high at the much taller woman's head*, "You are Crazy! If the Yggdrasil was a god, what do you think would happen if she hit you back?!? What if she can curse you? I can only imagine how horrible a curse from a love goddess would be, what do you love? Your treasures? Your Crew? Imagine loosing that emotion, a true god can hurt you in ways YOU DON'T EVEN THINK OF! We are all very lucky she enjoyed your abuse..." *Wiska's attitude was short, flew out of left field and stopped as fast as it came, it wasn't anger, but fear that drove the fish to hostility. It would be easy to hear the quivering tone of Wiskas grim voice.*<br/><br/>"I will brace your water house against evil spirits, if I am welcome there", *Wiska was the shortest member of the trio at Six foot tall even, but if that outburst was to be any sign, she'd be the hardest to control. The spitfire however drew Thava away from her fruitless haggling*<br/>-<br/><br/>"vhat is all this den?", *came a laid back russian accent from the fey knight clad in Heartwood Platemail*, "did I hear right? You socked big moma in face? Lets see your claw", *with a little struggle, she pulled Sin's paw up to view the electric green blood of Yggdrasil on the claw, of which she firmly held the claw removed a spice jar from her satchel, and with a tap, the jar vacuumed all the blood off as she snapped the jar shut and handed the jar back to Sin*, "good thing you didn't lick that, you'd be high as a kite for a week, probably more considering how much you pulled off of her. This is godsblood, you could sell it for a pretty penny, or use it to make a really powerful magic item, probably a charm or holy implement...though I'm betting you'll prefer the gold."<br/><br/>*Thava held her claw out for a handshake, her look stern and reasonable, clearly young, but strangely with-held, she carried herself like a leader, her movements fluid and precise, she held her arms at her back, hip, or palms together at her bosom when she walked almost a reflection of Sin in that sense, but she gave off a wholly different vibe when speaking, less aggression, more laid back and theatrical. The bearing of a practiced diplomat.*<br/>-<br/><br/>*Aboard the ship, many a Hana were carting aboard supplies, Fey barrels filled with fruit both green and ripe, fresh clothes for the scallywags aboard, a crate of sabers matching the one Sin received, and large wooden cannons whose barrels possessed spirals of glowing green as well as a rack of wooden cannonballs to match them, Thava would explain that these cannons required the same amount of gunpowder as a normal canon, they worked the same way they were just lighter. Below decks, the hana were refurbishing the interior of the ship, fresh hammocks sprayed on one side with soothing sleep oils, stocks of candles and other standard supplies, and any partially rotted board, was removed, stripped of rot, and promptly replaced, The hana at the pier actually lifting the whole ship out of the water 'by hand' in a joint effort, to get at the undercarriage of the vessel. The Hana were amazing in their work. The people of Generosity it seams, earned that title through such miraculous labor. In mere hours, they did what it would take weeks for a normal shipwright to do. The ship was then laced with many layers of the proper lacquer and paint to form the waterproof seal, before it was dropped into the water again and then swiftly moused through by the tiny grass hana to check for leaks, with one last adjustment, they reported a full seal and gave the all clear for launch. The ships belly was fat with supplies, yet there was still room in a specialized holding chamber, designed with special storage shelves in the floor and walls. This was a loot room, the Hana added it during the swift refurbishing of the ship. It was like having a medium sized room full of chests that you could still walk through. Sins room received only two upgrades, a wardrobe nailed to the floor and designed with the sway and tilt of ship life, and a fresh hammock like the ones in the sleeping quarters...though it was locked, the little scampers picked the lock with vines in seconds, fortunately, nothing was taken but a jar of cured jerky, Sin would see the little catlike thing make off with her stach of jerky and force a whole slice into its little mouth bulging out its cheeks as it chewed on the tough meat with great pleasure.*<br/><br/>"That would be Ruru, she's always been a troublemaker."