<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/qTh1MQy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marcus Titus<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Common Room,<em>The Lady's Blessing</em><br/><br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open<br/><br/><strong>Warning:</strong>None (PG rating).<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Marcus was in close proximity of the crew, a mug of ale sitting before him only half drunk as he lad laid out before him large scraps of butcher paper and his charcoal and ink set before him as his hands were busily drafting.   He stopped for a moment and took a break, stretching.    It was perhaps not the ideal place for him to draft improvements to the<em>Wind</em>, but for some strange notion he did not desire to be alone and wanted to be in the company of his fellow crew.   They had not sailed long with one another, but after three missions they had started to bond.   He even admired Altreus.<br/><br/>Marcus had his doubts first about one attuned to nature being on board a Star Dancer, but their first mission when they had to stave off an angry crowd at the docks of their port of call, a country named Kalturus that was as active with trade among the expanse, but were governed by their guilds and a merchant council instead of a civilized government such as the Empire.   Guilds that opposed trade with Azureth thought to interfere and intimidate the Empire's tradesmen, and of course the crew of the<em>Wind</em>.   Altreus and Marcus with a few well place arrows had changed the thugs minds and sent them scampering.    Being in a tight spot with others was a good way to take their measure, and Marcus had a good measure of the people he served with.<br/><br/>Marcus took a glance around the common room and frowned, focusing in on a group at the bar, the many empty tankards surrounding them, the sullen stares being directed towards the captain with a male courtier of Celine on one side of her an a courtesan of Celine on the other.   Marcus also noticed the female server that bent over to refill his ale, giving him more than a passing view of her ample bust on display from her partially laced blouse.   She was not the only server hovering over and hoping to catch the attention of one of the crew.<br/><br/>Marcus sat back down and in low voice spoke up to others gathered about that could hear him.<strong>"We might want to be focused here <em>Navita</em>.   There are former Imperial Navy drinking hard there at the bar and seem to be a bit put off that their flow of ale and drink have slowed because of the lavish attention we are being paid.   I am all for a good scrap, but not sure that is something we want so close to making way on a escort mission?"</strong>Marcus then took a swig of his ale, and gave a polite smile to the serving girl.  There was no reason to be rude to her.  It was not her fault after all.  He then waited to see how his fellow Centurions would respond.