<strong>PC</strong>Galacia (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=685364)<br/><strong>Location</strong>The Inn<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Brogan, Calathes, Jin<br/><br/>It seemed she was in the presence of a holy man of sorts judging by the way he spoke of guidance, prayer, and the divines. It wasn't a completely unwelcome development considering what she had seen of Kraken so far but it wasn't one she was exactly fond of either. She never understood priests...or rather, she never understood their motivations. Perhaps that was why she found his offer unappealing - she didn't like the idea of dealing with the unknown - or maybe it was just the thought of listening to him preach and talk about religion for hours on end like so many of the priests that visited her childhood home. The very idea of sitting through<em>that</em>made her stomach turn worse than her ride here ever did.<br/><br/>Galacia looked at Brogan out of the corner of her eye, catching his gaze toward her as the holy man invited the two of them to join him and his friend at dinner. She returned a puzzled glance and mouthed the word "What?" with a shrug. She had no idea why he would look to her for answers or her approval for something so mundane and trivial. Despite her initial hesitation, Galacia was never one to turn down polite company - especially if it meant an easy out if Brogan turned the conversation toward her past - so she simply nodded her approval to both Brogan and Jin, adding a short "Sounds good" before making her exit toward where she would be staying.<br/><br/>With a quick flex of her shoulders, her backpack fell to the ground near her newly purchased bed with a light thud and a metallic rustling. Galacia fell face first onto the bed with contented sigh, enjoying the comforting embrace of the mattress and pillow. Her eyes closed and her breathing slowed, a soft smile crossing her lips as she enjoyed what little time of relaxation she had earned. After ten minutes of complete silence - from her surroundings and from her own mind - she pushed herself up into a sitting position and glanced down at her clothing.<br/><br/>Her clothing was absolutely filthy, which was to be expected, but that wasn't what concerned her for now. She'd need something lighter, the harsh heat of the sun did a fantastic job of making that abundantly clear. Besides, while her current outfit did an admirable job of making her unremarkable on the mainland, it provided the exact opposite effect here in Kraken; the heavy robe would turn heads in her direction and make the thoughts of others linger on her. But the thought of having to show her face and her unmistakeably elven features made her uncomfortable. She had hidden beneath robes, hoods, and cloaks for years now and it would be a difficult habit to drop. Perhaps she could find a suitable compromise of comfort and anonymity in the morning. But for now, she turned her attention back to her current clothing and it's pitiful condition. An easy enough fix.<br/><br/>Galacia rose from her bed and quietly peeked around the edge of the separating reed walls to make sure she was free from prying eyes. Convinced she wasn't being watched, she returned to the bed, closing her eyes and reciting a quick incantation. As she touched her finger against the robe, an invisible ripple of force moved down her clothing, cleansing it of the salt water and sweat. She pinched the fabric in between her fingers, pulling the robe away from herself and examining it with a satisfied smirk. This was one of the few benefits of her gift, a benefit she greatly enjoyed. Laundry was less of a chore in her youth and more of an hour long task she could finish in five minutes and wander off for the other fifty five without fear of punishment...one of the few times she could escape the walls of her imaginary prison.<br/><br/>She wandered into the common room a bit ahead of schedule and caught sight of one of the other men sitting at a table by himself, weapons arrayed on the table and the man completely engrossed by the bow he held in his hands. Galacia smirked and laughed quietly to herself as she approached the table and rested her hands on the back of one of the chairs. "I don't think all this will be necessary. They tend to kill the food before they bring it to you, you know." She offered the man a teasing smile and pulled out her seat before continuing. "Sorry. I can't say I remember being introduced to you on the ship. I'm Galacia." She held her hand out and raised her eyebrows, expecting the man to offer his name in return.