<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xVOh4uv.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Aloisa Kriechjagd<br/><strong>Location: </strong>The Charolette<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Light Crimson Sarong covering legs and hips, black silk sash "covering" her chest<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Tough decision<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Eloise, Emma, Margaret Hotspur<br/><hr/><br/>Aloisa drew the sheathed dagger from her sash and slipped it into Eloises hand, "Go," and watched them drift away, an amused little snort at the directions. It would help if there was another boat. And a compass. She sighed and resolved herself, wondering if she could get to her room or if it had gone under. She would kind of like to have her swords when she died... She made a sharp Tsk and looked around, drawing her remaining dagger and grabbing up a belaying pin or such as she followed the voices.