<strong>Ellen</strong><br/><br/>"That is..." Ermon replied, nodding, "A good plan."<br/><br/>He busied himself with a map, plotting their location and making a note of it as his first mate summoned all the crew to the deck. "Dylan." The first mate, a young red-maned youth, perked up at his name's mentioning, "You have the control of the ship."<br/><br/>"Aye aye!" The youth replied as the ship's Captain scratched his chin and turned to Ellen, "Too soft..."<br/><br/>"Rath." He called, prompting the youth's eyes to go wide, "You're in charge of the defense."<br/><br/>He furrowed his brow, "Where are<strong>you</strong>going?"<br/><br/>"Just do your job." The 'cartographer' replied, "I'm going to figure out what we should do about this 'Garden'..."<br/><br/>Ermon made his way below deck as Dylan dutifully began to turn the sluggish Laft Hanza around, the metal behemoth lumbering with effort as one side of the ship started to sink and bring the other up ever so slightly. The crew, armed with crossbows and short-swords, all leaned to one side. Rath stepped close to Ellen, "I don't think they'll last very long in a straight fight with those riders... So it's our job to keep them from getting close."<br/><br/>The half-celestial turned back to the crew and shouted, "Nobody be a hero! If they come at you, run away! Don't get anywhere near those griffons." What more was there to say?<br/><br/>"C'mon, Ellen!" Rath said as he bolted from the deck into the air. The riders were well aware of this treachery, already hurling themselves in pursuit of the fleeing airship.<br/><br/><strong>Leander</strong><br/><br/>"Oho~" She replied with a high pitched exclamation of joy, "That's so sweet of you to say."<br/><br/>She went over to join him in the cascade of water, coming quite close in fact. She daintly stepped into it, closing her eyes as it fell upon her dark hair, the water nearly blackening it with a sheen before she threw her head back. It clung to her neck as she shook her head back and forth. The hair between her legs, however, was... quite well-groomed. She was nearly bare save for a small tuft of short dark hair.<br/><br/>"I did say 'might.'" Liah added as she raised an arm and began to rub her bar of soap upon it, "Those paladins are<em>sculpted</em>though."<br/><br/>As always, the woman offered flattery in one hand and humility in the other, though she waited for a moment before ammending it, "They do tend to be a bit... hairier than elves. Or so I've heard."<br/><br/>It was hard to tell if she was speaking truthfully or not, though. If she<em>did</em>ever lay down with an orc, he most assuredly had to have been quite a specimen of his race.