Another figure ran towards the ship, waving and shouting. "Hey! You that ship needing a crew?!" He yelled as he approached. Looking closer, the man had the slender features of an elf, dressed in brown leathers. He was carrying a pepperbox rifle on his back, slung between the straps of a large backpack. Tubes filled with liquids of every color lined his shirt and belt.<br/><br/>He stopped just in front of the dock, giving Icarus a bow. "I assume you are the captain good sir? The name is Meri'Draal, though my friends call me Merry. I'd like to apply for position of cook. Can't have a ship without someone who knows how to keep everyone's bellies full, eh sir?" Up close, he smelled like a mix between gunpowder and various herbs. But mostly gunpowder.