Rea was awakened, rather rudely in her opinion, by Bolggor banging that damn shield together again. Not that she wasn't used to it by now, but it still put her in a foul mood. A siren like her needed her beauty sleep in order to stay beautiful. 'After all,' she though, 'it's not like beauty like this is effortless.' She grumbled curses into her pillow, before getting up and straightening herself out. The last raid had proved rewarding in terms of valuables, but none of the men she had encountered had been worth a damn, and all of them had been more than happy to throw themselves on their swords and murder their comrades for her. But now the navy was after them, and those kinds of ships usually had specialists to deal with sorcery, even her brand, so things hadn't been exactly easy. She looked at herself in the reflection of one of the crew members swords, and scowled. Siren or not, the lack of sleep was getting to her, and it showed. "At this rate I'll be more succubus than siren," and she supposed that was more true than she would have liked to admit. She had always prided herself on NOT being a demon slut, or at least not looking like one. She sighed, heading out of the crew quarters.<br/><br/>"Alright what the hell do you want!?"