Magdalena, Mags to anyone who she cared about, had just finished another session of schmoozing with her fellow adventurers and any potential patrons who were on board. Truthfully, she loved every minute of it, but even the most social person eventually runs into physical limits, whether they be fatigue or alcohol. Though given the prices on the ship it was very much the first in her case.<br/><br/>While it was expensive, she had a glass of wine while they spoke. The semblance of affluence and power was as important as actual power, especially in this industry. She needed to look like a competent, sexy, and important adventurer. Even if she could only lay claim one of those descriptors right now. the rest would come in time and the current journey was one step on that path.<br/><br/>The redhead stepped out into the open air to look out at the countryside just as one of her fellow adventurers threw something over the edge. She walked up next to him and leaned on it. It was a bit chilly, but not too bad when she was wearing her traveling clothes. Her actual adventuring outfit included much thinner tights and shirts, designed for form over comfort, "Doom waffles? I've never had them, how do they taste?"