<br/>Nel Glaenavia rested upon her staff her thin and pale fingers wrapping about its surface, it was it seamed more a tool of support and decorative if Nel had ever used it as a weapon it certainly did not show.  One could hardly imagine the frail woman actually doing much with the staff anyway, its intricate design spoke more of that it was a tool of habit and ritual.<br/><br/>She glanced around at those others that had arrived and decided to leave the Half orc be he seamed to have enough questions and she could speak with him and others during the voyage.  She decided to take the opportunity to settle herself on board heading up the gang plank she went looking for the quarters that the half orc had spoke of, once there she found herself a nice spot and unloaded the burden of her few possesions.<br/><br/>Making extra sure to be careful with her precious tea set she found and made place where it would not suffer and be damaged through the journey. Once she was satisfied that her little part of the ship was home she settled to a seated postion and begun to whisper a prayer to her Goddess her Silver symbol of Pharamsma grasped lightly in her hands.<br/><br/><br/>