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<blockquote data-quote="Emperor Valerian" data-source="post: 2573988" data-attributes="member: 15043"><p>Internet fixed... new reply! <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /></p><p></p><p><strong>A New Crewmember</strong></p><p></p><p>“To the new captain!”</p><p></p><p>“To the captain!” Viktalia echoed, a rather lopsided grin on her face. She knew she’d had probably too much to drink, but nonetheless, she downed her cup of Formoteran brandy with the polished elegance of an expert... after all, she could remember spending days with her family on the home island brewing the sweet liquor. </p><p></p><p><em>At least I don’t stumble around and fall like these poor people,</em> she thought as one of the ship’s crew waddled past her, swaying enough that his grog sloshed out of its cup. Across from her, Cecil was not nearly as lucky... he was openly and drunkenly oggling her again... that alone would be easy enough to just ignore. Kaled was fast asleep next to Cecil, and the Baron was loudly slurping down his brandy after the toast.</p><p></p><p>The party celebrating the capture of the Kandoran merchantship, her own promotion, as well as Siran’s, had dragged on for a bit, and she flicked a look towards the bow of the ship, where Viesel still stood, resolutely looking out towards the sea. He’d volunteered to stay there and keep watch, though she thought she’d heard him mutter something disparaging about humans poisoning themselves.</p><p></p><p>“Dear friends, new captains,” the Baron stood and swayed, “The hour is late, and... I daresay... we are all very drunk.” Hoots, hollers and loud cheers came from the crews of the now three ships in their small flotilla. The Baron raised his hand. “After such merrymaking and delightful music...”</p><p></p><p><em>You mean that horrid attempt at the harpsichord,</em> Viktalia mentally corrected the Baron. She’d been surprised to lean the Baron had dragged a <em>harpsichord</em> into his flag cabin, and been appalled at how horribly he’d pounded the poor instrument in the name of making ‘music.’ The noise had been bad enough to give her a headache... one that had taken almost two hours to go away.</p><p></p><p>“It is time to go to bed...” he stumbled, and had to grab the table with his hand.</p><p></p><p>After a few minutes of unsteady rises and a few tumbles, the various officers and crews on board the <em>Silver Hart</em> made their way to their destinations. While Viktalia walked normally, despite the slight tingle of tipsiness, Siran, now Captain Siran of the <em>Spotted Pinnace</em>, had stumbled about the deck, singing an old ballad completely off-key.</p><p></p><p>“Madame Viktaleeya?”</p><p></p><p><em>Oh no,</em> Viktalia groaned under her breath on hearing Cecil’s slurred voice. <em>Not again.</em> Being a performer meant she’d had her share of amorous fans, and she already dreaded where this road could lead. He was off of her ship, but Cecil was still a superior, and from the looks of things, still had the Baron’s ear...</p><p></p><p>“Yes?” she forced herself to smile at the bumbling, openly leering Cecil. <em>Saints above, let this be a quick and painless rejection...</em></p><p></p><p>“I zhink...” he started, trying to point at her, “zhat you might need zum assistanze,” he said slowly, as if each word required some monumental effort to conjugate properly. He turned, and rather drunkenly waved his hand, and from the crowd, a young man pushed forward.</p><p></p><p>He was simply clad... no more than a white linen shirt that looked like it was carefully looked after, some baggy, somewhat torn pantaloons, and no shoes. A pair of spectacles were perched on his rather long nose, and a shy grin on his youthful face.</p><p></p><p>“Zhis here is...” Cecil began, before his eye started to roll back. The lieutenant caught himself, and managed to sputter out, “You ‘splain, Hrik. I’m off to sleepies!” With that announcement, Lt. Cecil Daod, His Imperial Majesty’s Navy, fell to the ground in a stupor.</p><p></p><p>The young man spun around, and worriedly looked at Cecil, before looking back at Viktalia. Before he could open his mouth, Viktalia had cut him off.</p><p></p><p>“Don’t worry. He’s usually like that,” she smiled, before putting a hand on her hip. “Now... what can I do for you?” <em>Probably was supposed to be introduced to me by Cecil... and I bet the poor kid’s scared out of his mind. He’s probably going to take several minutes to stutter his way through...</em></p><p></p><p>“Hi! I’m Hrik! I’m from Caladronis, and my dad was a sailor! I’m the assistant to the vice navigator on this ship! What’s your name? Cecil knows you! Which ship are you on? Whereyouincombatyesterday?” A sudden tornado of questions and words tumbled from the boy’s mouth, once he was assured that Cecil was merely sleeping off his brandy. For a few moments, the salvo of noise took Viktalia aback. Then, the bard finally raised her hands, until the young man just as suddenly went silent.</p><p></p><p>“Please. A little slower,” she smiled. <em>What does he want? I can’t understand half of what he’s asking, let alone get a word in...</em></p><p></p><p>“Cecil assigned me to be the new navigator for the <em>Spotted Pinnace!</em> You are the First Mate of that ship, right? I heard she’s the small pinnace in the fleet, imagine that! What kind of jewelry are you wearing? That reminds me of my mother’s jewelry! She was a...”</p><p></p><p>“Ah...um...” Viktalia tried to interject, until she finally forced her hand out and grasped his. “Yes,” she said once the young man was silent again, “I’m Viktalia, First Mate of the <em>Spotted Pinnace...</em>”</p><p></p><p>“Oooo! What’s that? Is that an iron golem? I’ve never seen an iron golem before! Who owns him!” The young man’s jabbering continued as he ran over towards Viesel and started running his hands all over the warforged’s metal casing. </p><p></p><p>“Hm?” Viesel turned, slow and ponderous as an elephant would turn when being harassed by a moth.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>“What are you? Are you an iron golem? If so you are the strangest looking iron golem I have ever seen! Who made you? When did they make you? Ooolookattheseetchingsonyourmetaltheyaresoornate!”</p><p></p><p><em>Why do some humans constantly talk? No, this isn’t talking... it’s noise.</em> Viesel grumbled mentally, annoyed that his watch was being interrupted by the little runt before him. He frowned, but the incessant barrage of questions continued, and Viesel grunted again. <em>I guess I will have to deploy my tactic to make humans be quiet.</em> With ponderous gentleness, Viesel’s huge left hand reached over Hrik’s head, and grabbed the jabbering man’s skull. Almost immediately, Hrik gave a squeak and went silent. Satisfied, Viesel let go.</p><p></p><p>And the thunderstorm of protests broke.</p><p></p><p>“Whydidyoudothat!? That hurt! You aren’t no golem! You’re a meanie! You coulda crushed my head! Viktalia your golem tried to attack me!”</p><p></p><p>“I didn’t attack you at all,” Viesel tried to correct Hrik, but the young man’s squeals drowned out the warforge’s voice. <em>If I hurt this cadet with my squeeze, this cadet needs to conduct more physical training.</em></p><p></p><p>“Yes you did! You wrapped your fingers around my head! It could’ve hurt really...”</p><p></p><p>Silence filled the air when Viesel’s hands clamped around the young man’s head yet again.</p><p></p><p><em>Perhaps this cadet has learned?</em> Yet when Viesel let go, the storm of protests erupted again, and yet again Viesel gently grabbed his head. This time, there was no silence, the iron fingers of the warforged only serving to muffle the shouts and screams of complaint.</p><p></p><p>“Um... Viesel?” the warforged heard his friend’s voice, and slowly he turned to look at Viktalia, and gave a grunt of surrender. <em>She wants me to release him. Knowing what a commander wants before the order is issued increases efficiency. So I shall do as she is about to request.</em> Before she even asked, Viesel let go of his head. After a second’s pause, Hrik resumed his noisy and constant protests.</p><p></p><p>“Whydoyoukeepdoingthat?! Stopitithurts!”</p><p></p><p>“Perhaps,” Viktalia said quietly, “we could do something more effective to shut him up.”</p><p></p><p>“Please, Viktalia. Command him to be quiet,” Viesel asked with a somber metallic groan. <em>She is a commanding officer! Why doesn’t she just issue an order to him to stop making this noise!</em> </p><p></p><p>“Hrik! Hrik Hrik Hrik...” Viktalia waved a hand in front of the young man, finally getting his attention away from the warforged that had accosted him. “Hrik... listen. You’re a navigator, correct?”</p><p></p><p>“Assistant to the Vice-Navigator on board the Baron’s ship! At the age of 18! They said that by age 20, I could be a vice-navigator! Then maybe a navigator of a ship of my own!”</p><p></p><p><em>Why does he give a larger answer than his commander requests?</em> Viesel groaned. That was inefficient. Commanders should always receive succinct, complete answers from their subordinates... no more, no less. <em>Anything else compromises the unit’s ability to react in combat situations!</em></p><p></p><p>“Yes, we know Hrik. Bravo,” Viesel saw Viktalia roll her eyes, a sign of annoyance. “Listen, I have several maps back on board the <em>Spotted Pinnace</em> that need a navigator to examine them for accur...”</p><p></p><p>“Yes ma’am! Right away ma’am!” Hrik gave an excited salute, “Show me where these maps are ma’am, give me an inkwell, and they’ll be corrected in an hour!”</p><p></p><p>“Well, there’s many maps...” Viktalia said, and Viesel could hear the hopefulness in her voice that the corrections would take longer than an hour. Before the young man could unleash a torrent of words again, Viesel took the initiative.</p><p></p><p>“It is late,” the warforged said, moving towards the longboat now being loaded with the last batch of officers and crew headed towards the <em>Spotted Pinnace</em>. “If you wish to examine the maps, cadet, you should start immediately. Otherwise, you will miss your rest, and be inefficient tomorrow.”</p><p></p><p>Viesel concealed a smile when Hrik, fairly bubbling with excitement, made a scramble to get on the boat.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>“Ah... silence is golden,” Viktalia said an hour later, sighing with pleasure. Underneath her feet, the familiar deck of the <em>Spotted Pinnace</em> rolled slightly in the night, and amidships behind her, Hrik sat cross-legged, the only noise coming from his lips being muttered curses and hissed corrections as he flashed through all the ship’s maps.</p><p></p><p><em>Glad to see that Hrik isn’t in danger of becoming Viesel’s punching bag,</em> Viktalia thought, watching the young man pour over maps incessantly, his pen dipping constantly in its inkwell as he made constant corrections to the ship’s charts from memory. </p><p></p><p>“You know, you and Hrik are rather alike,” Viktalia turned towards the warforged next to her and smiled. Once back on his own ship, Viesel had immediately resumed his watch of the sea. Her smile grew bigger at the mechanical man’s look of confusion. “You both need something to keep busy!”</p><p></p><p>“With all due respect,” Viesel replied in a seemingly emotionless voice, “I cannot harass you as much as Cadet Hrik does.”</p><p></p><p><em>Was that defensiveness in his voice?</em> Viktalia wanted to ask. <em>It seems as if our warforged friend CAN get a little riled up...</em> She smiled at the thought. </p><p></p><p>“Of course not, Viesel.” She looked back out towards the ocean, grinning.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Siran opened his eyes, and immediately felt the thundering of a hang-over slamming his brain. He closed his eyes again, only to have the noise of a ship’s crew busy at work assault his eardrums. With a groan, he resigned himself to having to get up.</p><p></p><p>“Good morning, sleepy-head,” Viktalia teased as Siran climbed on deck, the sun attacking his eyes with thousands of spearpoints of light, the jingling of her jewelry and trinkets sounding like war-drums in his head. He grimaced towards her, as mentally several choice curses went through his head.</p><p></p><p>“Bah,” was all he managed to verbalize. <em>I haven’t had good brandy like that in a long time... I guess it went to my head faster than I expected! But Viktalia kept right up with me... why didn’t...</em></p><p></p><p>“Now, <em>Captain</em>,” Viktalia smiled when she used Siran’s new title, “I realized you’d probably wake up late, so with Viesel’s help we’ve taken care of several problems. Our new navigator has also proven quite adept at shipwork in general, and we have him and the crew busy doing final inspections before we head underway.” </p><p></p><p><em>She can be really bureaucratic, I guess,</em> Siran rubbed his head. The sun was bright.</p><p></p><p>“And the Baron informed us he wants us to drop off our passenger at Tarnpool,” her cheery voice continued, “the nearest port. Kaled will accompany us to get final repairs done to the cromster. So, I’ve taken liberty to get some of the fruit that was stored on Kaled’s new ship sent here, along with some additional food supplies and a few replacement men.” Viktalia stopped, put her hands behind her back, and smiled viciously.</p><p></p><p>“Show off,” Siran growled, and finally the Formoteran laughed. “How are you not feeling like a thousand cannons are going off in your head at once?”</p><p></p><p>“I was raised around Formoteran brandy,” Viktalia smiled sweetly, “therefore, I have a...um... resistance to its effects?”</p><p></p><p>Siran hissed a few quiet curses, and the bard laughed again.</p><p></p><p>“I shall leave you to your recovery, <em>sir</em>,” she said rather impishly, before heading off to some other task.</p><p></p><p><em>Note to self... Viktalia makes a good first mate, but can rub things in a bit,</em> Siran thought, eyes squinting as he headed towards the ship’s railing. The sea wasn’t as bright as the sky. Maybe if he stared at it for a bit, his eyes might adjust some.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Emperor Valerian, post: 2573988, member: 15043"] Internet fixed... new reply! :) [b]A New Crewmember[/b] “To the new captain!” “To the captain!” Viktalia echoed, a rather lopsided grin on her face. She knew she’d had probably too much to drink, but nonetheless, she downed her cup of Formoteran brandy with the polished elegance of an expert... after all, she could remember spending days with her family on the home island brewing the sweet liquor. [i]At least I don’t stumble around and fall like these poor people,[/i] she thought as one of the ship’s crew waddled past her, swaying enough that his grog sloshed out of its cup. Across from her, Cecil was not nearly as lucky... he was openly and drunkenly oggling her again... that alone would be easy enough to just ignore. Kaled was fast asleep next to Cecil, and the Baron was loudly slurping down his brandy after the toast. The party celebrating the capture of the Kandoran merchantship, her own promotion, as well as Siran’s, had dragged on for a bit, and she flicked a look towards the bow of the ship, where Viesel still stood, resolutely looking out towards the sea. He’d volunteered to stay there and keep watch, though she thought she’d heard him mutter something disparaging about humans poisoning themselves. “Dear friends, new captains,” the Baron stood and swayed, “The hour is late, and... I daresay... we are all very drunk.” Hoots, hollers and loud cheers came from the crews of the now three ships in their small flotilla. The Baron raised his hand. “After such merrymaking and delightful music...” [i]You mean that horrid attempt at the harpsichord,[/i] Viktalia mentally corrected the Baron. She’d been surprised to lean the Baron had dragged a [i]harpsichord[/i] into his flag cabin, and been appalled at how horribly he’d pounded the poor instrument in the name of making ‘music.’ The noise had been bad enough to give her a headache... one that had taken almost two hours to go away. “It is time to go to bed...” he stumbled, and had to grab the table with his hand. After a few minutes of unsteady rises and a few tumbles, the various officers and crews on board the [i]Silver Hart[/i] made their way to their destinations. While Viktalia walked normally, despite the slight tingle of tipsiness, Siran, now Captain Siran of the [i]Spotted Pinnace[/i], had stumbled about the deck, singing an old ballad completely off-key. “Madame Viktaleeya?” [i]Oh no,[/i] Viktalia groaned under her breath on hearing Cecil’s slurred voice. [i]Not again.[/i] Being a performer meant she’d had her share of amorous fans, and she already dreaded where this road could lead. He was off of her ship, but Cecil was still a superior, and from the looks of things, still had the Baron’s ear... “Yes?” she forced herself to smile at the bumbling, openly leering Cecil. [i]Saints above, let this be a quick and painless rejection...[/i] “I zhink...” he started, trying to point at her, “zhat you might need zum assistanze,” he said slowly, as if each word required some monumental effort to conjugate properly. He turned, and rather drunkenly waved his hand, and from the crowd, a young man pushed forward. He was simply clad... no more than a white linen shirt that looked like it was carefully looked after, some baggy, somewhat torn pantaloons, and no shoes. A pair of spectacles were perched on his rather long nose, and a shy grin on his youthful face. “Zhis here is...” Cecil began, before his eye started to roll back. The lieutenant caught himself, and managed to sputter out, “You ‘splain, Hrik. I’m off to sleepies!” With that announcement, Lt. Cecil Daod, His Imperial Majesty’s Navy, fell to the ground in a stupor. The young man spun around, and worriedly looked at Cecil, before looking back at Viktalia. Before he could open his mouth, Viktalia had cut him off. “Don’t worry. He’s usually like that,” she smiled, before putting a hand on her hip. “Now... what can I do for you?” [i]Probably was supposed to be introduced to me by Cecil... and I bet the poor kid’s scared out of his mind. He’s probably going to take several minutes to stutter his way through...[/i] “Hi! I’m Hrik! I’m from Caladronis, and my dad was a sailor! I’m the assistant to the vice navigator on this ship! What’s your name? Cecil knows you! Which ship are you on? Whereyouincombatyesterday?” A sudden tornado of questions and words tumbled from the boy’s mouth, once he was assured that Cecil was merely sleeping off his brandy. For a few moments, the salvo of noise took Viktalia aback. Then, the bard finally raised her hands, until the young man just as suddenly went silent. “Please. A little slower,” she smiled. [i]What does he want? I can’t understand half of what he’s asking, let alone get a word in...[/i] “Cecil assigned me to be the new navigator for the [i]Spotted Pinnace![/i] You are the First Mate of that ship, right? I heard she’s the small pinnace in the fleet, imagine that! What kind of jewelry are you wearing? That reminds me of my mother’s jewelry! She was a...” “Ah...um...” Viktalia tried to interject, until she finally forced her hand out and grasped his. “Yes,” she said once the young man was silent again, “I’m Viktalia, First Mate of the [i]Spotted Pinnace...[/i]” “Oooo! What’s that? Is that an iron golem? I’ve never seen an iron golem before! Who owns him!” The young man’s jabbering continued as he ran over towards Viesel and started running his hands all over the warforged’s metal casing. “Hm?” Viesel turned, slow and ponderous as an elephant would turn when being harassed by a moth. “What are you? Are you an iron golem? If so you are the strangest looking iron golem I have ever seen! Who made you? When did they make you? Ooolookattheseetchingsonyourmetaltheyaresoornate!” [i]Why do some humans constantly talk? No, this isn’t talking... it’s noise.[/i] Viesel grumbled mentally, annoyed that his watch was being interrupted by the little runt before him. He frowned, but the incessant barrage of questions continued, and Viesel grunted again. [i]I guess I will have to deploy my tactic to make humans be quiet.[/i] With ponderous gentleness, Viesel’s huge left hand reached over Hrik’s head, and grabbed the jabbering man’s skull. Almost immediately, Hrik gave a squeak and went silent. Satisfied, Viesel let go. And the thunderstorm of protests broke. “Whydidyoudothat!? That hurt! You aren’t no golem! You’re a meanie! You coulda crushed my head! Viktalia your golem tried to attack me!” “I didn’t attack you at all,” Viesel tried to correct Hrik, but the young man’s squeals drowned out the warforge’s voice. [i]If I hurt this cadet with my squeeze, this cadet needs to conduct more physical training.[/i] “Yes you did! You wrapped your fingers around my head! It could’ve hurt really...” Silence filled the air when Viesel’s hands clamped around the young man’s head yet again. [i]Perhaps this cadet has learned?[/i] Yet when Viesel let go, the storm of protests erupted again, and yet again Viesel gently grabbed his head. This time, there was no silence, the iron fingers of the warforged only serving to muffle the shouts and screams of complaint. “Um... Viesel?” the warforged heard his friend’s voice, and slowly he turned to look at Viktalia, and gave a grunt of surrender. [i]She wants me to release him. Knowing what a commander wants before the order is issued increases efficiency. So I shall do as she is about to request.[/i] Before she even asked, Viesel let go of his head. After a second’s pause, Hrik resumed his noisy and constant protests. “Whydoyoukeepdoingthat?! Stopitithurts!” “Perhaps,” Viktalia said quietly, “we could do something more effective to shut him up.” “Please, Viktalia. Command him to be quiet,” Viesel asked with a somber metallic groan. [i]She is a commanding officer! Why doesn’t she just issue an order to him to stop making this noise![/i] “Hrik! Hrik Hrik Hrik...” Viktalia waved a hand in front of the young man, finally getting his attention away from the warforged that had accosted him. “Hrik... listen. You’re a navigator, correct?” “Assistant to the Vice-Navigator on board the Baron’s ship! At the age of 18! They said that by age 20, I could be a vice-navigator! Then maybe a navigator of a ship of my own!” [i]Why does he give a larger answer than his commander requests?[/i] Viesel groaned. That was inefficient. Commanders should always receive succinct, complete answers from their subordinates... no more, no less. [i]Anything else compromises the unit’s ability to react in combat situations![/i] “Yes, we know Hrik. Bravo,” Viesel saw Viktalia roll her eyes, a sign of annoyance. “Listen, I have several maps back on board the [i]Spotted Pinnace[/i] that need a navigator to examine them for accur...” “Yes ma’am! Right away ma’am!” Hrik gave an excited salute, “Show me where these maps are ma’am, give me an inkwell, and they’ll be corrected in an hour!” “Well, there’s many maps...” Viktalia said, and Viesel could hear the hopefulness in her voice that the corrections would take longer than an hour. Before the young man could unleash a torrent of words again, Viesel took the initiative. “It is late,” the warforged said, moving towards the longboat now being loaded with the last batch of officers and crew headed towards the [i]Spotted Pinnace[/i]. “If you wish to examine the maps, cadet, you should start immediately. Otherwise, you will miss your rest, and be inefficient tomorrow.” Viesel concealed a smile when Hrik, fairly bubbling with excitement, made a scramble to get on the boat. “Ah... silence is golden,” Viktalia said an hour later, sighing with pleasure. Underneath her feet, the familiar deck of the [i]Spotted Pinnace[/i] rolled slightly in the night, and amidships behind her, Hrik sat cross-legged, the only noise coming from his lips being muttered curses and hissed corrections as he flashed through all the ship’s maps. [i]Glad to see that Hrik isn’t in danger of becoming Viesel’s punching bag,[/i] Viktalia thought, watching the young man pour over maps incessantly, his pen dipping constantly in its inkwell as he made constant corrections to the ship’s charts from memory. “You know, you and Hrik are rather alike,” Viktalia turned towards the warforged next to her and smiled. Once back on his own ship, Viesel had immediately resumed his watch of the sea. Her smile grew bigger at the mechanical man’s look of confusion. “You both need something to keep busy!” “With all due respect,” Viesel replied in a seemingly emotionless voice, “I cannot harass you as much as Cadet Hrik does.” [i]Was that defensiveness in his voice?[/i] Viktalia wanted to ask. [i]It seems as if our warforged friend CAN get a little riled up...[/i] She smiled at the thought. “Of course not, Viesel.” She looked back out towards the ocean, grinning. Siran opened his eyes, and immediately felt the thundering of a hang-over slamming his brain. He closed his eyes again, only to have the noise of a ship’s crew busy at work assault his eardrums. With a groan, he resigned himself to having to get up. “Good morning, sleepy-head,” Viktalia teased as Siran climbed on deck, the sun attacking his eyes with thousands of spearpoints of light, the jingling of her jewelry and trinkets sounding like war-drums in his head. He grimaced towards her, as mentally several choice curses went through his head. “Bah,” was all he managed to verbalize. [i]I haven’t had good brandy like that in a long time... I guess it went to my head faster than I expected! But Viktalia kept right up with me... why didn’t...[/i] “Now, [i]Captain[/i],” Viktalia smiled when she used Siran’s new title, “I realized you’d probably wake up late, so with Viesel’s help we’ve taken care of several problems. Our new navigator has also proven quite adept at shipwork in general, and we have him and the crew busy doing final inspections before we head underway.” [i]She can be really bureaucratic, I guess,[/i] Siran rubbed his head. The sun was bright. “And the Baron informed us he wants us to drop off our passenger at Tarnpool,” her cheery voice continued, “the nearest port. Kaled will accompany us to get final repairs done to the cromster. So, I’ve taken liberty to get some of the fruit that was stored on Kaled’s new ship sent here, along with some additional food supplies and a few replacement men.” Viktalia stopped, put her hands behind her back, and smiled viciously. “Show off,” Siran growled, and finally the Formoteran laughed. “How are you not feeling like a thousand cannons are going off in your head at once?” “I was raised around Formoteran brandy,” Viktalia smiled sweetly, “therefore, I have a...um... resistance to its effects?” Siran hissed a few quiet curses, and the bard laughed again. “I shall leave you to your recovery, [i]sir[/i],” she said rather impishly, before heading off to some other task. [i]Note to self... Viktalia makes a good first mate, but can rub things in a bit,[/i] Siran thought, eyes squinting as he headed towards the ship’s railing. The sea wasn’t as bright as the sky. Maybe if he stared at it for a bit, his eyes might adjust some. [/QUOTE]
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