Tari Gravante (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=187713.0)<br/>Location:   On the Deck<br/>Tags:       Anyone.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 36/36            AC: 20<br/>TAB: +7            AC: 21AC(Touch) 14: 20<br/>Ranged: +7         AC (Flatfooted): 14<br/></div></div><br/>Tari Gravante had never relied on her father's name for anything since leaving his house for whatever life she could make for herself. It hadn't always been easy, but she had earned a place on these decks and not a little respect in the process... and now, all of that would change in the next few hours...<br/><br/>She stood on the deck, leaning against the rail as the ship closed on the dock and the long voyage was nearly over. She had already finished her duties for the harbor maneuvers and for a few minutes at least, she could afford to watch the land before her in the darkness... If this had been anywhere else, they would of dropped anchor and waited out the night for a morning entry, but this wasn't the place to risk such an action and even the perals of a nighttime entry was preferable to the currents and rocks outside the harbor. Low tide might well find them sitting on rocks and swimming.  Still, she had a few minutes and wasn't the only one on deck with eyes looking toward the mountain in the dark.<br/><br/>She sighed, her gray eyes scanning the town again as the breeze pulled at the ponytail of dark hair  and pulled just enough at the dark blue jacket to reveal the rounded mound of a breast under a light toned blouse... a weapons belt with a rapier and a whip sat low on her hips and the almost skin tight leather of her trousers had faded just a little to a nice tan tone. She returned to her duties and counted the time before she would make her get-a-way and join her lover in his new place.<br/><br/>But, that was still some hours away and as part of the crew, she had duties that she needed to get back to. As much as she loved seeing the delicacy of the lizards, she waited until the passengers and officers had taken their fill, then took up one of the critters and bit into it with surprising daintiness, chewing and swallowing before taking the next bite. A romp with a passenger wasn't out of her usual behavuior, but rushing through a rare and tasty treat would of been far out of character. Life was to be enjoyed, but not rushed.<br/><br/>As she whiped her fingers on a linen hankercheef from a coat pocket, she nodded to the others and returned to her work.