"Hey, haven't been a clergy member either." she responded to the armor-clad man, then began her trek to the ship itself "Hopefully it<em>has</em>rooms."<br/><br/>Of course, it wasn't that big of a ship.  Yep, down in the hull there was the captain's quarters, and then hammocks... well hell, could be worse...<br/><br/>"I call bottom bunk!" she declared, and tossed her haversack at the nearest one that's the closest to the ground "I'll be damned if I have to fall far when we hit turbulence..."<br/><br/>Then it was downstairs, to see the engine room and the cargo bay.  Small, but if you crammed it with gold... well, that was quite a bit then.  Not to mention her magical haversack.  Most of the stuff she'd have to worry about would be in the engine, cargo rooms, and up on deck and the galley.  Her job was comparably cushy until the shit hit the great ol' proverbial fan... so heading back to the deck, grabbing her haversack (save a sheet of paper with 'Wynna's bunk' written on it of course), she would wait and see if they had anymore people coming, and of course when they'd be leaving.  The latter after determining how much she would be making in these ventures of course...