<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><br/><br/><hr/><br/>"You. State your name and trade." Jacinth sizes Ithir up, the wizard towering over her small frame - barely over five feet tall - hands on her hips for added effect. She'd wasted no time in dismissing the small handful of so-called "sellswords" that stood in line before him; they were obviously too unseasoned for the mission with which she had been charged. And failure was<em>not</em>an option. She would only take the best of the throng of mercenaries the church's recruitment had sent her way. The seas might take them all, sure enough, but she'd rather have a few at least worth feeding until they wound up as shark bait.<br/><br/>There was something terribly unsettling about the wizard's eyes, but a soft voice behind her shoulder stole her attention, and Jacinth whirled to glare at the cabin boy who'd been brave enough to interrupt her.<br/><br/>"Pardon, mistress."<br/><br/>Jacinth bristled at the title but bade the boy go on with a wave of her hand.<br/><br/>"Cap'n says 'e's ready now."<br/><br/>"Pleased, I am, to hear it. But the ship will sail only when<em>I</em>permit it. Tell him to wait. Or risk my - and Umberlee's - displeasure."<br/><br/>With a sniffle, the boy was off, running back up the gangplank onto the ship proper. His untimely interference had ruined her brusque monologue, but she casually ran a finger along the holy symbol bound to her inner wrist to remind the mercenaries in line that, even if little boys could interrupt her,<em>she</em>would be the one keeping them from a cold, watery grave.