<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),<em>Ithir<em> and <em>Lao</em><br/></em></em><hr/><br/>Jacinth acknowledges Ithir's nod with a twitch of her lips that might be called a smile, if it weren't so brief. "Well, then, Mage Ithir. You make your case succinctly. I appreciate that." She waves him toward the gangplank and the ship decks. "A cabin boy will show you to your quarters, and you will be briefed later..."<br/><br/>Her voice trails off, a little distracted, as she stares at a point over the wizard's shoulder. A giant form, something not-fully-human, lumbers into line, and the priestess exhales sharply through her nose.<em>Must she always be tested like this?</em><br/><br/>Lao towers over Jacinth's small frame, though she does her best to appear authoritative while she stares up at the half-ogre. It is a bit difficult, though, no matter how much bluster you may have, to really seem superior when your interlocutor stands a good three feet over you. Others fill the ranks of the line (some more nervously than others now that Lao has arrived), including a cloaked man leaning on a staff that catches the Shou woman's eye, only for a moment.<br/><br/>A half-ogre, after all, is an impossible thing to ignore when he stands right before you.<br/><br/>"You wish to join the ranks of the<em>Trident's</em>chosen guard?" Jacinth asks of Lao with as much dignity as she can muster while craning her neck up at him. "You have a name, then, and some martial prowess, I presume?"