<div class="floatright">(http://static.zerochan.net/Fujiwara.no.Sai.full.1613342.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Okibura Ness, Half-Elf Oracle</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>HP</strong> 46/46 / <strong>Init</strong> +6<br/><strong>AC</strong> 27 / <strong>Touch</strong> 12 / <strong>Flat-Footed</strong> 26 / <strong>CMD</strong> 17<br/><strong>Fort</strong> +10 / <strong>Ref</strong> +10 / <strong>Will</strong> +10<br/><strong>Perception</strong> +3 / <strong>Sense Motive</strong> -2<br/><hr/><strong>Spells</strong><br/><strong>1st level:</strong> 8/8<br/><strong>2nd level:</strong> 7/7<br/><strong>3rd level:</strong> 4/4<br/><hr/><strong>Active Effects:</strong><br/></div></div><hr/>Okibura had sat quietly, watching from afar as the events took place. Between the unruly soldiers and the more protective captain, it had been quite a show--though he, for one, had stayed aloof and distant from the proceedings. They were petty things, and he had barely observed with only the mildest of interests as voices were raised. However, he looked up quickly at the Captain's words; "You think they would corner us like lawless dogs if we strayed from lit paths?" he asked in a quiet, but resonant voice that filled the entire tavern with the force of his personality, only the hint of outrage in his voice lending itself to the fury that might be unleashed at any single moment.<br/><br/>Most of the crew had not seen the tall, slight man in battle; all they knew was that he was a half-elven onmyouji, one of a caste of seers who seldom served in the Imperial Corps to give way to battle-priests who were as strong with a mace as almost any capable warrior while lending those about them aid in times of need. In fact, he was a rarity here, few onmyouji being found outside of their formal Houses and their nearby chapters, and thus even his mere presence was an oddity aboard the ship as few had seen, though many had heard of the Okibura family and its penchant for their famous line of oracles. With that said, after skirmishes he had gone about the wounded, tending to them with his spellcasting, and his thaumaturgic endurance had brought up tales as few battle-clerics could cast as often in a day as he, often running dry when he was just getting into his stride.<br/><br/>"In that case we should be careful--and not venture out in groups of less than two. You might even want to consider cancelling shore leave until we are ready to leave this port and find somewhere more hospitable, except for what you may deem necessary," he ventured. Okibura had a strange place aboard the Star Dancer; while he had the ranking of a Centurion, he was outside the formal chain of command, similar to the political officers that at times maintained morale upon various vessels. As such, he was able to voice his opinion without fear of formal reprisal or punishment, and enjoyed a sort of notoriety among the crew who were wary of the strange man and the easily-visible suit of plate he wore under voluminous white robes, which was made even stranger by the fact that it appeared to be made of wood rather than any proper steel, along with the great tower shield he brought with him on excursions outside the protective safety of the ship such as times like these.<br/><br/>"If you have a care for this inn, it might not be a bad idea to post a watch for the night... But we cannot tarry here forever, guarding this establishment and its premises, and it might be a waste of manpower that could be put to better use," he said staring at the captain as he waits for her decision to be made.