(I guess a minotuar would be an ok visual for her, just with smaller horns. More like nubs really.)<br/><br/>Somewhere in the middle of the ship is a man by the name of Vernand Lamond, the ship's chemist. This place has been especially picked out for him as there would be the least amount of rocking due to its central nature. He was working on stockpiling the creations that he was hired to create and replicate, something he was sure he could preform in his sleep.<br/><br/>Emma, a rather large Tuar woman, would be found walking up on deck around the pool area where it would seem all the guests are. She yawned a rather heavy yawn and continued along her way, her hooves making a clop sound with each footfall. Being a large and curvaceous tuar, her features swayed as she walked, even more-so as she waddled along with eyes still murky with sleep. She had thought a stiff drink might be exactly what she would need to wake up completely, it seemed to do the trick any other time  she had the need.