<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Izhoa.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Clive Hardwich. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6414895#msg6414895)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - Deck<br/><strong>Languages:</strong>English.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Govard, the general deck.</div>Clive simply followed as he so often did, sure to keep a watchful eye out for any potential trouble as he and the Captain made their way toward the ship. Part of him wanted to politely ask whether Govard was sure which way he was going, but the man seemed to be in one of his better moods, despite what others might assume. He didn't want to spoil that and so remained dutifully silent, a small smile coming to his lips as the ship came fully into sight.<br/><br/>He moved gracefully behind the Captain up the gangplank and blinked slowly, eyes training over the motley crew on board. Gods he didn't know most of these people. His first thought went towards the brig - his place, where his children were. Fingertips twitched as a slight glare came to his eyes- God help them if anyone touched his place.<br/><br/>Of course Clive said nothing against Govard's words as be continued to observe those around, gaze lingering for a moment on Chris - the only one he recognised. Did he bring them all? No, Chris wasn't the sort to bring so many. The man was intelligent and so Clive looked over him, eyeing the redhead who spoke up so boldly to the Captain with a mental sigh.<br/><br/>Too many new people made him uncomfortable and he remained in his rightful place just behind Govard, awaiting orders or else a release from his self-imposed station.