<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>Lao</em><br/><hr/><br/>The silent exchange between Ithir and Lao goes unnoticed by the priestess, who is clearly finding it impossible not to stare at the half-ogre towering above her head. The beast is well-spoken for his kind, though perhaps that assessment is a little unfair of her. After all, she’s never met an ogrekin, half-breed or otherwise.<br/><br/>Their conversation, though brief, has drawn even more attention, the crowd openly gawking at Lao and whispering amongst themselves. Jacinth decides it is best to make her judgment on the half-ogre quickly and send him on his way before they become too rowdy.<br/><br/>“Lao Dar, you state your case plainly, and I am not one to argue on a man’s prowess with his chosen weapon.” (<em>Not one to argue with a half-ogre, more like.</em>) “Fight well, and the Bitch Queen will be pleased with your service.”<br/><br/>Jacinth waves him on, and a rather nervous cabin boy appears to lead the half-ogre below decks to his assigned quarters. She stands on tiptoes momentarily, gazing down the line of gathered mercenaries that seems to grow longer with every moment, and sighs. An exotic-looking woman (or so she assumes, from the veiled costumed) has joined the ranks of the hopeful, and the priestess can only be thankful that she spies no more unusually tall figures in line.