Thalya Balworth (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=90729)<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w172/minarou/d51733c7-212f-4bfc-ad58-a6d67e51b00c.jpg)</div>First thing is first, check out the bow of the quarter deck, Thalya thought, after which the both of them will head for the aft where the wheel of the ship is situated.<br/><br/>“Stay close, Nephew,” she reminded Norton.  Her crossbow at hand was ready to be brought to bear at a moment’s notice at any sign of trouble.<br/><br/>Suddenly an unexpected chill overcame the sorceress, causing her to stop and bring about her arms to her busty chest, dropping her crossbow in the process onto the deck with an audible wooden thud, in a vain attempt of keeping warm in this cold drenched weather.  But the chill was something else, psychological as well as physical - conjuring feelings of desolation and… loneliness.<br/>