<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>Ship's Mess<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"You are not, Lea," Jacinth nods in greeting to the Mulhorandi woman, looking up from her seat charts. "I thank you for your promptness. Sit where you will, and when the others arrive, I will introduce our mission." The lamp above the table sways with the rocking of the ship, casting a pattern of light and shadow in the mess hall, and it is not long before those rays illuminate the two remaining members of the party.<br/><br/>"Good, you have all arrived. Come, sit," Jacinth gestures to the empty chairs across the table from her as she stands. Even the close ceilings of the cabin loom far over her head, but the priestess does not seem to let her height affect her sense of authority.<br/><br/>"First, to introduce myself. I am Jacinth of the Waves, servant of Umberlee, as you know. You may call me 'priestess;' it is title enough." Jacinth points out a small island - a tiny speck of ink, really - on the map. It is to the northwest of Baldur's Gate, far removed from nearby landmasses of any significant size. It has no name that is marked.<br/><br/>"This isle is our destination, and it might take some tendays to reach. You have been hired to perform a great service for the Bitch Queen, as there is a prize we seek on that wee island." If there is more to be said of the ship's goal, the priestess does not reveal it; instead she simply smiles slyly. "If you would prefer not to honor your agreement to serve, you may leave the ship at any time. The seas will welcome you."<br/><br/>Jacinth raises a delicate brow. "Any questions?"