<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/AdrianDark.jpg)</div><br/><strong><br/>Name:</strong>Adrian Walker<br/><strong><br/>Location:</strong>The Albatross, top deck<br/><strong><br/>Attention:</strong>OPEN<br/><hr/><br/>Adrian Walker watched the sun dance on the waves with narrowed eyes. One slender hand gripped the rail, the other rested with easy familiarity on his sword. He ignored the others gathering to the aft, though he was ready to cross the deck in a moment, as soon as he heard the longboats splash down.<br/><br/>Never an overly sociable man, Adrian's dark mood at the beginning of the voyage had only made him more inclined to keep to himself, brooding and staring at the water for hours. He had made no friends in those long two months -- though no enemies, either, as grief dulled what could otherwise be a viciously cutting wit.<br/><br/>Now at last there was land -- he looked up at it, reminding himself that there was more to see now than the endless expanse of the sea -- and some hope of distraction, at least. Adrian drew his rapier, checking an edge he'd carefully honed, and not used since. Needless to say, it was quite sufficiently sharp -- as was his dagger, when he checked that.<br/><br/>And so he went back to staring at the waves, and waiting.