<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/d11062ce09942d22dc37e4ebe1a3c42a33063a9c.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:<em>'Loap Sparrington' (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262693.msg12959904#msg12959904)</em><br/><strong>Hit Points</strong>:<em>49/49</em><br/><hr/><em>Loap did her best to hide a triumphant smile as Eilsaadi adjusted her position slightly so as to be within Loap's peripheral vision.  The woman was cocky despite presumably not having one, but then that was hardly anything to begrudge her for.  Some folks said pride was a sin.  Loap said those people were idiots.<br/><br/>She waited until Eilsaadi finished speaking and then piped in to answer the woman's question regarding stealing the ship.</em>"Ah!  Actually, I asked about the ship thing too.  Apparently we are sinking the ship to obsf... obsfuuuu... confuse people!"<em>Loap frowned slightly, failing to remember the exact pronunciation of obsfucate, but quickly gives up and moves on.</em>"The ship is, presumably, carrying more than one type of cargo, and by killing the crew and sinking the ship, the crew themselves who have all mysteriously vanished will be the most likely suspect.  While, eventually I'm sure the wreckage will be examined, for at least awhile the authorities won't have the crucial information that the attack was a professional job, and that will weaken their response."<br/><br/><em>The woman's eyes shift to Rushiya then, turning fully away from Gabriel and leaning back into the chair, tilting her head to one side.</em>"Oh! Also... lets not sit here and pretend either of us care about righting wrongs or upholding justice or any of that, eh?  The most embarrassing type of salesman is the one who doesn't believe in the product he's selling, but luckily for you I don't care a fig about making the world a better place, so I don't really care that you don't either.<em>She smiles, then raises a gloved hand to her lips and very audibly whispers</em>"Talk like that too much and we'll have everyone thinking I'm a mushbrained idealist.<br/><br/><em>Finally, the woman shifts her eyes to Lucan, quirking an eyebrow as he salutes her and then improving the quirk to a full on blink as the man offers to spar with the nearly-silent barbarian.  A playful, yet still dangerous, smirk moves across her features and she tilts her head to one side.</em>"Oooh?  Not interested in sparring with me then?  While, I can understand that being beaten in a struggle by someone who looks like Gabriel wouldn't be as immasculating as losing to me, I still can't help but feel left out..."