The journey to Point Respite was fairly unpleasant for the treasure hunter Ulan Hamsus. Having spent most of his life on solid ground (more or less), the rocky waters made him quite ill. When he wasn't leaning over the railing in preparation to hork up a lung, he was down in the deepest part of the ship he had access to in an attempt to stop feeling like his insides were made of pudding. The trips up and down were the worst part of the trip, and even the medicine he had brought along to prevent this feeling wasn't helping. Sleeping at night was also difficult, most notably because sleeping in a lot of clothes wasn't something he was accustomed to, and people looked at him when he stripped that first night. Some with shock that he would drop trou in the first place; some envious of his lithe frame and toned body; some with looks of desire. He had put his clothes on quite quickly after that, as drawing attention to himself was something he tended to avoid as much as possible... Most of the time, anyway, and a ship full of strangers was not one of those times.<br/><br/>The two day trip seemed to last forever for the man, and wasn't helped by constantly catching glimpses of the Princess out of the corner of his eye. He'd have robbed her blind the first chance he got, if he was in any condition to do so and wouldn't be thrown overboard if he was caught. So he sat on his rage for two days straight, grumbling about anything and everything... When he could speak in between vomiting off the side of the boat. Reliyian was around, too, and Ulan had somehow noticed that she seemed to want to talk to him; he assumed that a combination of not wanting to be puked on and his overtly foul mood had kept her away. Possibly for the best. Then again, she came off as somewhat naive, so maybe he'd better keep an eye on her once they got to shore. Ulan himself was reasonably honourable; he barely trusted most other people on the ship. Especially not that damned royal brat.<br/><br/>Ulan was still awake when the horn blared the wake-up call. He'd noted Reliyian unpacking and re-packing her bag the morning before while trying to fall asleep, and she repeated the odd routine again this morning. He yawned dramatically, as though the horn had actually woken him up, but carried the charade only until he had risen to his feet. The faster he was off this boat, the sooner he could find a proper place to nap. He was in line behind Reliyian, who was one of the few people who had managed to reach the Lieutenant before him, and he only half-listened to the rules of living in Point Respite. If no one hired him to steal anything, there wouldn't be a problem, and he'd be back home and back to work faster than anyone else on this trip.<br/><br/>As the Lieutenant's speech came to a close, only a few people stopped to ask questions; most dispersed and headed for the town proper. Notably not present was Lazerette, and notably present was Reliyian, who had a look of uncertainty on her face. 'Hmm, it seems the bookworm is a bit lost now that she's outside the library...' he mused, a smile coming to his face. He chuckled a little, debating whether to guide the fair maiden to suitable lodging, or leave her to her own devices and play the knight in shining armour if things turned sour. Decisions, decisions...<br/><br/>Okay, okay, so it wasn't much of  decision. She might be partly responsible for landing him here, but he wasn't a total jerk; besides, she was the only person he really knew on this stupid expedition, and it would be more tolerable if he had someone to spend time in town with, and her beauty certainly didn't hurt his decision, either. He walked over confidently, right in front her her, and smirked. "Well, well, well, we meet again, Reliyian." he said, giving a small bow, "I trust you enjoyed the trip more than I?" It was corny, and he knew it, and he didn't care. "I'm guessing that you didn't leave the docks because you're not sure where to go just yet?"