The Ship
Late Fall/Morning
"Well, it looks like I am to bunk with someone. There are no empty rooms left." He looks back at Asherah, obviously wanting to ask but not sure if he should. "You're the only one I've actually met, though I suppose I could room with the gnome..." Korlin hinted.
Asherah was looking around at the magnificent ship, and also fighting her protesting stomach. By the time she caught up to answer, they were interrupted by the rude voice of the captain announcing they were setting sail.
"I suppose I'll just bunk with the gnome," Korlin murmured as they were interrupted by some dripping wet man in fish armor walking down the corridor.
"Excuse me, lady, I hate to impose on you, but it seems all other bunks are taken. Would you mind terribly if I join you? It is my fault that I'm late and I will leave you the room except for sleeping time."
“Oh!” Asherah said, perking up. Her fur fluffed in embarrassment a bit. “I’m sorry. But Korlin has already asked,” she said. “I believe the gnome has a bunk in his room.”
Asherah looked to Korlin. “We should get to the mess hall. We were to share wine with Zivar. Would you like to join us?” she asked the wet man. “I am Asherah.”
Going into the room, she bent over, her tail curling above her pert, firm bottom in the sari as she bent over to shove her bag under her bunk.
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HP: 6/6
AC: 12
Unarmed: +1 1 B
Claws: +1 1d4 S
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