<div class="floatright">(https://dl.dropbox.com/u/30738236/Arpee/gloombladeb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tian'amara Lea<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Harbor, Ship Gangplank<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>(Everyone)<br/><hr/><br/>The ocean winds whipped a number of Lea's veils not held in place by pieces of armor against her as the crimson-clad woman stood in the the line that had formed leading to the Bitch Queen's vessel, the<em>Blessed Trident</em>. The Mulhorandi's milky eyes scanned over the crowd that all vied for a place on the ship, cursing that her morning preparations had taken her so long... but at the same time if all she would have to bathe with would be salt water for a time, she was justified for using the facilities of the inn she had been staying at while she could.<br/><br/>The queue certaintly had a number of colourful mercenaries in it, the one at the front presumably talking to the priestess in charge of the expedition seemed to be an interesting one indeed, an immense hulk with yellow-green flesh. Lea wondered for a moment if the creature was a sellsword (or bow, as the case may be) in his own right, or simply a beast of burden sent to haul cargo which had gone into the wrong line. Time would prove either hypothesis.<br/><br/>As she waited patiently for those who had preceded her to complete their formal introductions with the woman seemingly conducting short interviews or welcoming new members of the crew aboard, the red-robed swordswoman idly held the material that clung to the side of her body being buffeted by the fresh sea breeze, silk flowing like water at the other, but none held more firmly than the veils that covered her head and the lower portion of her face.