The redhead looked up into the eyes of the mage who replied too her.  She gave a wan smile and a nod.  "Guess I'll need to find a new cudgel then."  She sighed and cast a mournful glance towards the sea.  "If only my chest would wash up with my flamberge and lion-helmed armor.  That would be a blessed thing."  She squeezed her eyes shut.  She would miss those two items sorely in coming days.  Not just for their practicality.  They were presented to her on her knighting and were very special to her.<br/><br/>She turned to the mage.  "My name is Maron, knight of Torm.  I don't know most of the rest of you, though I remember some of you from the journey."