<div class="floatright">(http://s26.postimg.org/ux9siu3md/Al_rhayel.jpg)</div><strong>Al´Rhayel</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=93354)<br/><hr/><strong>Al´Rhayel</strong>knelt by the deck of the new ship, placing her hand against it, as trying to feel if it had heartbeat or if the wood moved.<strong>"This ship is alive, yet dying. It might be more that an ship after all. Lets try to find what is making it so."</strong>She pointed at the gangway down.<strong> "Alyssa, do the honors. I have spear, so I can fight on the second rank."</strong>