Sir Bastian
Christina - Crossroads
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- Age 35
- Denmark
- Seen Sep 5, 2023
Alice had only just arrived in Stahl, but she wasted no time renting a room for the night. It was already late afternoon by the time she got to the docks, and she'd rather make sure that she had somewhere secure to stay on the boat, rather than having to do so both for the boat and for a possible room at an inn. She made sure that her small satchel of supplies was fastened securely to her hip before boarding the ship she had recognized as the one the guards of the city had described to her.
Her only visible eye flicked a little left and right as she looked around the ship, a small grunt escaped her. "Never liked sailing." She proceeded to head for the bow, the metallic claws on her boots clacking lightly against the wood. She stopped, seeing a young girl and a man clad in golden armor standing at the bow of the ship, chatting, it seemed. She quickly determined them to be the two representatives that she'd be travelling with and let out an internal sigh. She had to go let them know that she was there, despite the fact that she –really- didn't want to. It was something she had to do though.
Stepping around to their side so she wouldn't spook either of them, she cleared her voice when she was close enough. "I don't mean to interrupt your… alone-time, but I thought I'd let you both know that I'm here and we can set sail whenever the captain's ready."
With that said, she gave them both a little nod in greeting before stepping over to a barrel placed up against a mast, which she proceeded to seat herself on, folding her arms across her chest and one leg over the other, keeping a close eye on the various shipmates moving about the ship.