Mathle is ready to kill when she sees the opportunistic scum lunge for Beriana, and when she sees his wound, she begins marking the position of the one she will move on-- the sudden interruption, the scuffle are hard to follow for a moment, but she notes who falls on who's side, and notices the immediate healing of Beriana's wound... realizing she's not the only caster among the crew, and clenches her fists so hard that her arms tense and quiver.  She wonders what spirit would grant its power to kidnapping, greedy thugs...<br/><br/>It's over before she can even move, and she manages to contain her anger long enough to dip out of the way of the flogging that commences.  She follows up on Ber and watches, just long enough to ensure that he's well, before nodding and scuttling away when she's ordered about.<br/><br/>The rope work is easy, but menial.  It's no challenge for her, but she manages to focus her attention enough to mimic the other riggers' work.<br/><br/>As for company-- she doesn't have her chance to speak to Ber as she'd intended.  Cursing  the missed opportunity, she instead deliberately works alongside the other riggers.  She seeks opportunity, trying to understand their dynamics with each other is essential.  She recognizes that the dwarf and the female humans want nothing to do with her, but... what about Conchobar?  Do they show him the same emnity?  Are they unified, or do they merely tolerate each other..?<br/><br/>The dynamics of harbor-dwelling society have, by and large, escaped her... she manages to come across as non-hostile, but... perhaps not outright likeable.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Profession: 11, Perception: 8</div></div>