<strong>Mira</strong><br/>Taking her cue from her companions, Mira approached the nearest suitable vessel.  It was a boat.  She could not describe it any further for the Brythunian beauty knew nothing of ships and cared even less.  However, she did understand men.  And as she drew near, the crew and sailors all stopped to gape at the approaching flame haired beauty.  A harbor breeze stirred her hair and the flimsy silks that she wore and as when she spotted the captain, she waved in greeting.<br/><br/>"Noble Captain," she called out in salutation.  "My companions and I seek passage aboard your vessel!  Might you have room for three simple travelers?"<br/><br/>"Alas, we have little coin to pay you with but I am sure that we can come to an arrangement..."