<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Kera Greysky</strong></span><br/><hr/>Years spent living among the thieves and pirates of Port Peril had made Kera wary of anything that could cloud the senses or dull reflexes but just this once, she reasoned, a glass or two of wine wouldn't hurt. As she sipped her drink her eyes wandered about the table, a pout tugging at the corners of her mouth when she noticed Ieada's absence. She'd been trying to spark a conversation with the other scholar from the day she'd boarded the ship, but had little luck. The trip was almost done however, and soon she'd be able to see the expanse first hand.<br/><br/>Her clothing was inexpensive but well cared for; a simple blue tunic cinched in at the waist with a sash, knee-length trousers and light boots. Her thick black curls were tied back, though a few had escaped their confines. She chuckled, flashing Barok a wry grin as she reached to pour herself a bit more wine "Now now, you can't be giving up hope already! We haven't yet pulled into port. You never know, some horrid, gargantuan, be-tentacled beastie could be looming up beneath us as we speak. Perhaps the captain's gone to wrestle it into submission!"