<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>Captain Rosette de Courtenay (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300519.msg14691423#msg14691423)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Esperanza, Port Royal | top deck<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lifa | Open<br/><hr/><br/>Her answers were perfectly courteous, and everything that Rosette could hope to expect from a newly arrived sailor. Why her suspicions not entirely abated was a matter of intuition alone, and she contemplated in silence just how the little pieces of information that Lifa so hesitantly gave her, explained why she had been crying. Another flance was afforded to the silent giant that had accompanied the girl, but he made Rose none the wiser and she was left feeling equal parts curious and wary.<br/><br/>“Well, Lifa,” she replied, and she hunched a little further forward, only further assuring the rest of the crew that this is where she was at ease; this was exactly the place where Rosetter de Courtenay belonged. It was food for thought, as well, as it had Rose muse about how it seemed to be just where Lifa, the solemn looking sailor, belonged as well.<br/><br/>“I’m glad your heart is in the right place, Lifa. And you’re right, of course; there will be gold at the end of the rainbow, but we’ll go to hell and back to find it.” Rose was weighing every word on a silver platter, remaining polite while attempting to figure out one’s true nature. There was an air of mystery surrounding this Lifa, and that extended to the impossible to overlook sidekick who stood watching them from a distance, even now. Asking direct questions was not going to work, Rose feared, and the girl seemed too intelligent to fall for simple mindtricks. Her very words suggested a level of education, of upbringing that very few people on board, herself included, had enjoyed, something that sharply contradicted the tattered mantle that fit the girl twice over.<br/><br/>“I seem to recall that you arrived with the man standing ten paces behind us right now,” Rose said, steering the conversation away from Lifa’s person and towards her companion. “He has not been very forthcoming in manners of introduction, either. I don’t need to tell you that keeping secrets makes people wonder - even makes Captains wonder,” Rose added meaningfully. “Perhaps, to avoid wonder turning into concern, you would share a bit more?”<br/><br/>She gauged her reaction then, although her expectations were low. Ultimately, Rose turned around and let her back lean against the railing instead so she could eye Lifa properly. “Where are you from, Lifa,” she inquired, starting simple. “And where did you learn to sail?”<br/>