Finding herself alone in the dark bowels of the ship’s depths, Maron groaned heavily.  The redhead was<em>not</em>having a good day.  Her prayers brought no sense of closeness to the one she loved as both man and deity.  Her intention to be one of the first up into the ship had been foiled by her pausing to take note of the new man coming, then trying to find a way to secure her impromptu cudgel before beginning the climb.  By the time she’d gotten it secure under her belt, the dark elf had already found them all a rope to ascend.  She wound up the last one into the line of fire.  Her instructors would not be at all pleased.