<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/Lockepick/Character%20Pictures/8432267-portrait-of-a-medieval-female-knight-in-armour-over-black-background_zpsb1f091da.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name</strong>:</td><td>Lynn Talonius (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=219261.msg10784102#msg10784102)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Date/Time</strong>:</td><td>Day 1</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location</strong>:</td><td>Doroga</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Wearing</strong>:</td><td>Fur lined breastplate, dark breeches, knee high boots</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong>:</td><td>Open</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Warning</strong>:</td><td>None</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>The crowd was forming, more and more passengers were coming on board. Not a single one of them looked like a sailor, or even somebody who could handle the journey. The heartiest looking one of Gaius' children was the halfling -- and that had Lynn confused on more levels than she could bother with at the moment. She had no doubt they all had their skills, and that they were each formidable in combat in their own way, but there wasn't a single bicep on the entire branch of the family tree. She tried to rationalize that they were leaders and generals, not the grunts on the battlefield, even if the latter was what she was expecting to see the boat filled with.<br/><br/>In the end, it didn't really matter. If they were frail or incapable, she'd protect them. If they were capable, as she assumed, then no harm done. She made her way over to the circle forming, bringing a gloved hand up in a short wave, "I'm Lynn. Nice to meet you all." She nodded at each introduction, giving them a once over up close without too much shame, "So anybody know what we're heading into?"