The petite elven sorceress Tilyana climbed out of the hatch from below on the ship.   Her gear with her,  as her light crossbow hung strapped to her back with a case of cross bow bolts.   A satchel pack hung at her side.      The ship's deck hands heads turned to espy the exotic beauty.    Her fine delicate elven features, long pointed ears marked her race as elven.   Although it is not these features that cause the crew to snap heads.   It is the elven garb she wore.   A fine gold chain encircled her waist.   A silk green strip of cloth that served as a loincloth gently swayed between her thighs.   Similar strips of silk cloth hung draping over her pert breasts.  Which in all left her backside wide open to a delightful view.<br/><br/>Weather or not the captain viewed her as lady was of no consequences to her.  She was every bit the elven maiden.   She just did not adhere to the customs of the humans dress codes.     Those looking would notice the weight of the satchel hung over her right shoulder caused her to lean to her right.   Leaving one to believe it carries a much greater weight then one would have guessed.<br/><br/>Her midnight blue eyes sweep over the deck.   While she makes her way to the gangway plank to disembark the ship.   A sultry gently roll of her hips swaying back and forth with each graceful step.  She of course is one  of those hired by the duke to protect the town and island.   A glance is given to the other ahead of her now with the captain of the ship.