<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/jisscWr.jpg)</div><strong>Naomi Hallsdottir (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299038.msg14627370#msg14627370)</strong><br/><strong>Tagging: Arrveryone</strong><br/><br/>Naomi had talked to every pirate captain, but none had been willing to sign her up. That she had the fair countenance and accent of the feared northerner raiders did little to help, as they marked her as an outsider and granted her no additional trust, not did she have the skill with a blade to match her background. After all her talent was in magic, but she didn't even try to explain it. Sailors were a superstitious lot and pirates no different; her witchcraft would only hinder her chances. But somehow the captains still caught a whiff of something off and turned her down. It wasn't that surprising on second thought, as they wouldn't have survived to be captains without being able to read their crew, but that was of little solace to her.<br/><br/>The northerner had talked to all except one, it seemed, and this time it was Naomi who caught a whiff of grime and alcohol. But this Captain Rovana either didn't care or was too drunk to care about witchcraft and bad luck, and by this time Naomi had no other choice and too little coin to wait for another opportunity. "Naomi Hallsdottir,", she introduced herself, still not completely used to having nobody know her family's name, unlike back home. The handshake she gave as daintily and with as little actual physical contact as possible, going so far as to surreptitiously wipe her hand against the table afterwards - yes, the unwashed, rum-soaked tavern table was still an improvement.<br/><br/>Outside, Rovana's bird was followed by another white parrot, who perched on Naomi's shoulder. Alba was one of those rare specimens, an albino with no natural coloration. "Mount the sea-steed! Sqwak!" it exchanged a few words with its feathered fellow. Apparently jealous of Viola's affectations towards the more brightly colored parrot, Alba hopped over onto the raven-haired woman's shoulder with head stuck out for a nuzzle.<br/><br/>Meanwhile Naomi's attention was grabbed by more important things, like the ship. She was also glad to be uninvolved in the other kind of grabbing going on. What kind of silly lass dressed like those two, practically begging a pirate - not exactly known for the virtue of restraint, after all - to feel them up? She stayed in the back, along with another more reasonable garbed woman - Ylria, if she recalled correctly. On the last boat the boys used to bemoan where all the women were - I think we've found the answer. Say, do you know anything about our... unconventional... captain?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Knowledge (local) check about Rovana</div><div class="spoiler_body">Take 10 for a result of 16.</div></div>