<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>lost and lament.<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Danea, Jacqueline, Corinne, & the others<br/><hr/><br/>Aloisa watched the boat sink, and with it a little part of her and her family, those blades had been with the line since her grandfather and his stories of magically coming from another land. And she had lost them, on some damned cruise. There was of course the loss of the other lives aboard the ship, and the people she had failed to help. It was not a good day, and it weighed heavily on her as she shivered on the seat of the boat. "We should take a quick inventory of what we have. What goods everybody was able to grab or were stashed on the boat.." She drew out her dagger and the belaying pin, a small glass and silver flask that sloshed half empty of amber fluid, and the wet rags she wore.  She wished she had ignored the stuffy uptight idiots insistence on leaving weapons behind and in the room. They were all so damn sure everything would be perfectly fine.. And now look.