Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20170912201340/@comment-26446054-20170914165753

"Alright recruits, I'm going to assume half of you have never seen the deck of a ship, let alone a fight" the beard announced as a thin, pale figure made his way on hurriedly. A scabbard thumped against his clothing, though short.

The elf in question probably wouldn't endure the full barrage of lizard judgement, but nevertheless tried to remain inconspicous.

Firstly, the line marched below the deck to distribute themselves to the sleeping quarters, which happened to couple their location with large, rough oars, highlighted by the slivers of light brought in by the hatches.

"I will not be picking your roles based on any preconception, rather, whether I can bring myself to face your hideous appearances."

The majority were sent back to row underneath the deck, while the rest had some responsibilities involving the sailing- Fenran and Zizaar, for one, were on duty for cooking and cleaning, starting with organising the now abandoned kitchen downstairs. Elrindir was instructed to clean the armoury, a small compartment next to the kitchens.

"And no funny ideas about the lizards," muttered the captain matter-of-factly to the Bosmer.

The ship was in full movement, with the captain's closest bodyguards (a whole pair of them) overseeing.