<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2c/Vanairiel.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Vanairiel Undolithe<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Albatross, top deck<br/><br/><strong>Attention:</strong>OPEN<br/><br/>To say that life on board the ship had not agreed with Vanairiel was an understatement. She had been on board of ships before, but never longer than a couple of days, and even then she had found the entire experience unpleasant. But those short trips had not prepared her for the long months she had spent inside the large wooden coffin – or so it felt to her. She had mercifully been free of the sickness that had plagued their dwarf companion, but the hull of the ship had an increasingly claustrophobic effect on her mind, to the point that she had been dreading the loss of her senses in the last couple of days. The sight of land then filled her heart with relief. There was a chance of course that they were not yet at their destination, but just the prospect of feeling sand, dirt underneath her feet instead of the wooden deck was enough to improve her demeanor a hundred fold.<br/><br/>After briefly going to the deck to spot the beautiful sight for herself, she returned below deck and started putting on her armor. With no immediate threat of combat, she had foregone the heavier metal components of her protective gear for the duration of the trip, and had even stashed away her blade and throwing knives. She had however kept the dagger on her belt at all times. She was wise enough in the ways of the world to know that being one of the handful of women on a ship of increasingly desperate men was a delicately dangerous situation, even for a warrioress. But the prospect of being gutted by an elf seemed to dissuade most of the crewmen from trying anything, or at least it had so far.<br/><br/>Vanairiel returned to the deck in full gear and was just in time to see the short little interaction between Sir Ragnar and Dantius. There was no need for this little exchange for her to figure out that the two men had little love for each other. Whatever the reason behind this was, she did not know, nor did it matter. It was the lot of all mercenary outfits to get over petty differences for the greater good: their collective desire for wealth.<br/><br/>The human magic user seemed eager to follow the captain’s orders though, but appearances can be deceptive, especially with mages. Truth be told, Vanairiel had always been creeped out somewhat by the practitioners of the arcane arts, even though a few of them had saved her elven backside in battle. She fell in just behind the woman and gave her a curt nod.<br/>