Florian Giles (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=215479.msg10609788#msg10609788)<br/><br/>"Bloody hell, how long are we going to be cooped up in this little boat?" came the complaining voice of the androgynous rogue lounging on the deck. His deep blue eyes opened and closed a few times as he tried to blink the sleep out of them. Waking to find themselves still on board this little boat drifting down the river did little but make him wish to return to his slumber. A ship on the open sea was one thing? While he'd never had the pleasure of giving it a shot, the pirate life did have a certain appeal to him... but this... this was a little boat drifting down a river. They had exactly one choice of direction unless they wanted to run ashore. There was no freedom in that, no excitement and adventure... but there was coin, and that is what brought the thief on board this little venture.<br/><br/>His eyes trailed over to the half-elf who seemed to be doing laps around the boat, as he sat and stretched his arms out over his head, letting out a yawn. The occasional lingering gaze hadn't gone unnoticed, and though not entirely unappreciated, he had the sneaking suspicion the whole 'gender' thing caused him some conflict in their dealings together. Still, the rogue had his more feminine moods, and perhaps with some rum to get things going...<br/><br/>He reached up to rub the back of his head, as he tried to stifle another yawn... blast, he felt sore, and not the fun kind. He was eagerly looking forward to the comforts of a soft bed again, when this job was over, and perhaps some company to warm it. Of course, for now, he supposed he had to make due with what life gave him. At least he could certainly agree with Alateer that the boat had pleasant eye-candy. Rha certainly struck him as someone who would be fun to share a bed with, provided one didn't mind waking up bruised on a broken bed... and Florian certainly didn't. Ayla... well, he had a theory that the colder a girl was, the hotter she was in bed. Of course, this was a particularly chilly specimen, so he had doubts as to whether he'd get the chance to test that theory...<br/><br/>For now, though, the rogue got to his feet, with another stretch and a yawn, as he looked about and wondered what the day would bring. Rum and coin would be nice, but things were rarely that simple and this journey had been far too peaceful so far. This thief was genre-savvy enough to know something was just itching to go wrong.