Thalya headed to where Norton lay, and saw and heard what Kurt said to his nephew.  She would have said the same; Norton should hurry and head for his cabin and suit up, as the prospect of being boarded increases by the second as the unknown ship steamed towards them and fast.  Alyssa has briskly put her men on their toes, ordering them about in preparation for the possibility facing-off with the presumably hostile ship and its crew.  She bent over, offering both her hands to help her nephew up.<br/><br/>“Go now, I’ll meet you back at your cabin, if you will be still there,” she said; with a serious look on her face which Norton has come to know whenever the situation becomes dire.  He knows that she will be determined to help and protect him, whatever the cost.  “I’ll just head to my quarters to get some things.  Now go, nephew, times a wasting.”  She then strode off into the interior of the Esmeralda, toward her cabin.  Swinging the door into a slam, she hurriedly headed and opened the chest at the foot of her bed.  Within she grabbed her light crossbow, cocking up the sting and loading mechanism.  She then drew a bolt from the quiver, which was also within the chest, and carefully laid it in place on her missile weapon.  With one hand she then picked up the quiver of bolts and swung it over her person.  Her eyes then went to her staff – her arcane focus – leaning near the bed’s headboard and went to get it.  Raising her staff high, she then concentrated on a spell that help would help her in upcoming battle.  After all has been done, Thalya then headed out for the deck, to meet up with her nephew.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Thalya casts Mage Armor<br/>