Captian Maroon Greyeye, Captain of the Goshawk, was seated at the bar slowly drinking a brew. She had to be careful with alcohol as it quickly effected her and made her-well- crazy.<br/>The Goshawk had just arrived yesterday after a succesful run. She had sold her prize almost as soon as she docked. Some of it was being used to buy supplies while the rest was distributed among the crew. The crew would be given shore leave in shifts until supplies were loaded and some minor repairs made.<br/>She had observed the fight but had no urge to join. She had however chipped in a bit toward buying the victor a pitcher of the house brew.<br/>She scanned the room just in time to see the elf slink in and take a seat at the far wall.<br/>"Mmmmmmm." She muttered. "She is a looker thats for sure. But the way she moves makes me think shy or spy."<br/>That type of woman usually wasn't shy so...<br/>Her hand ran down to the oblong tube that was her energy sword.<br/>Was she being paranoid?<br/>