Easing back in her seat, listening to the others volunteer and ask questions.   The admiral responding back and now giving a bit more detail on the mission they had just agreed to.  Well that is two of them, herself and dwarf the other two had not really said yes yet.    The mage did not seem enthused about it, but she suppose he would say yes.    Reaching for the bottle again she pour herself another drink.<br/><br/>No doubt about it would be dangerous mission.   The likely hood of meeting trouble is with pretty good odds.    Finished pouring another drink, she set down the bottle and take yet another sip.   She also add an insight on how she would approach small vessel accompany by an escort or well armed far more then it should be.<br/><br/><em>"I think addition guards or an escort would be a red flag for those that would think about attacking.   I know this from the other side of reasoning.   It would make us a beacon.   We stand a better chance of slipping through without drawing real trouble if we went small dedicated team."</em>Red has a slur to her words.<br/><br/>Did she slur her words,  she didn't think she did.