<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/><br/>When Captain gave an order, she was pleased, but not for the command itself. She spoke in low tone, to<strong>Norton </strong>and rest of the<strong>Lightbearer</strong>innercircle.<strong> "It may be, that Tenebrax knows of your existance, but not every mook and henchman that might heed his call. If this fishman attack was indeed of the Enemys design, combined with the ship, are we to run every time we are opposed?  Here, we lost nothing, and drove the fishmen away. But neighter did we gain anything. If we were to assault that ship, if they prove to be hostile, we could gain much larger and faster ship, not to mention their cargo, what ever that might be. As kings and emperors know, money is needed to wage and win wars. We might even have the upper hand against that other ship, should we turn and assault them. That would be something they would not suscpect."</strong><br/><br/>She let her eyes moe at the group to her words to sink in, hoping there was some heroic left in their future hope for mankind.<br/><br/><strong>"I dont know about you, but I am sick and tired of running."</strong>