<div class="floatright">(http://img70.xooimage.com/files/d/4/a/pre-tresse-umberlee-2dfd2b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jacinth of the Waves<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Harbor, Ship Gangplank<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>(Everyone)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jacinth of the Waves (as she likes to call herself - a title, some say, one would only take in lieu of a proper surname) stands at the end of the gangplank leading to the<em>Trident</em>. All of the ship's sailing crew has been assembled, and only those recruited as mercenaries by the Church of Umberlee have yet to board.<br/><br/>"All gathered to serve the Bitch Queen aboard this ship assemble here!" She shouts over the general bustle of the docks. Her voice cracks at the strain, and with a look of annoyance, she adds a clarifying statement. "Mercenaries, form a line to board."<br/><br/>Wind whips at the petite cleric's cloak, but Jacinth makes no move to pull it closer to her as she waits, clad in her formal church regalia. She has yet to meet any of those hired and is almost fidgety with nervous impatience.<br/><br/>Only time will tell who she has been saddled with, but she is in no mood to suffer fools. The other clergy, however, have now disbanded, leaving her alone to manage the crew of the<em>Blessed Trident</em>, however ragtag or mismatched they may be.