<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/FsSwBxR.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rosette de Courtenay (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300519.msg14691423#msg14691423)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Captain<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Esperanza, Port Royal | top deck → Captain’s Quarters<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date:</strong>Day 1, Morning, close to Noon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Weston<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Revealing plot things<br/><hr/><br/>She felt a surge of hope at Weston’s claim that he recognised the large symbol that was buried into the parchment. Of course, he didn’t understand it<em>yet</em>, but Rose was confident that he had the means and the capability to figure it out. Her immediate interest was in the scribbled lines of text that covered the sign though, but the Captain knew all too well that that, too, would require more than a mere glance.<br/><br/>“I’ve been told that a key is required to understand what’s written on this scroll,” she said, her eyes filling with an old frustration as she took in the text that she’d pained her mind over for so many hours, but was never able to decipher. “Now, Weston, it is my ambition to recover this key, or cipher, tomorrow. What I want from you is to give it your everything to unravel the code and tell me where we’ll be heading next. More importantly, I want you to stay alive until then.” Rose sized him up for a moment; he didn’t appear to be the hero type, and she highly doubted he’d be fighting to board the enemy vessel first, but in this case she was rather safe than sorry. Who knew when she’d next manage to drag a linguist onto the Esperanza, after all. “Just don’t do anything foolish,” she warned vaguely.<br/><br/>Rose did catch how Weston’s gaze searched her room before inquiring about his sleeping accommodations. She couldn’t help it; Rose laughed, taking a moment before she pressed the back of her hand against her laugh, stifling the unfitting reaction. “Oh, dear Weston,” she said, eyes gleaming. “You shan’t be sleeping here, not unless you have other qualities you want to show me.”<br/><br/>That was perhaps too bold a statement to make, but Rose already found that she would gladly see Weston Beauchamp fluster. Still, she had important matters to resolve as well, and so she scraped her throat, then stood back from the table. “During the hours of the day you are free to spend all the time you need in my cabin. In fact,” she said, and she swivelled around, moving over to the low cabinet near her bed. Leaning over, she rummaged through the top drawer and retrieved the spare key, which she formally handed over to Weston. “This is not something I give to you lightly,” she said as the key changed owners. “I hope you’ll keep that in mind. Remember, throughout the day you are free to visit my quarters. You may store any belongings here for safekeeping as well, as long as they pertain to your research. At night, however, this place is off-limits, even for you.”<br/>She offset the pressing statement with an ensuing look of nonchalance. Rose closed the drawer with her knee and leaned against the little cabinet, hands resting atop the counter. “I have requested that Liam has your belongings taken to one of the officer’s cabins. You, unlike most people on the Esperanza, have been given a room of your own. Whether it remains that way is up to you; you’re not dealing with well educated sailors here. I suggest that you make some friends around here quickly, Weston. The last thing I need is to find you drowned in your own pool of blood, throat slit ear to ear.”<br/><br/><br/><br/>