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Amien, since he's right there, idly starts poking at one of the bodies with his boot to see what they have on them. He kicks one of the tridents to the side and declares immediately, "Junk. Sell that.. Or have a crewman use it, I don't care." He then rolls the body under his foot to examine its...

Amien jogs over to the battle ground, pulling out his Glaive at the sounds of bloodshed. Observing the fish-like men being slain leaves him disappointed that the action is almost already finished. Stopping next to Ayna, if the fish man is still alive, he will swing the blade of his glaive...

Even though nothing much changed for him before, it's probably clear to Amien by now with all of the activity on the deck increasing in volume and the heavier feel of air that something is amiss. "Huh? Is something happening?" he asks himself, still lounging in the sacks. He pushes himself up...

Amien would most likely remain oblivious as to what is going on outside and unaware of the plans that are to be changed. He's now leaning back against the sacks he had slept on before, resting the back of his head on his arms and twiddling the foot of a leg crossed over a bent knee.

Amien shrugs. He guesses there's no scrubbing decks or other menial chores to do like he originally thought, "I'm going back downstairs to pass the time. Let me know when something bad happens." He strolls back to the stairs and steps down into the hull, and glances around the storage room where...

The blonde warrior doesn't seem to be taking in the morning breeze as much as the others. He never saw the appeal of bathing ones self in the romance of scenery and smell. Deciding to following Anya to the crewman, he figures he may as well start working before he looks bad not doing so, "I'll...

Despite his claims that he might pass out, Amien never did manage to drink enough wine for it to make him sick. He would need a stronger drink to pull it off before he feels the pressure of too much liquid. Still, it depressed him enough to bring him to sleep peacefully, with the consequence of...

Amien raises his brows while his cheeks are still puffed with food and shifts his eyes left and right in rapid succession multiple times in confusion as to whether that was directed at him or not. He makes a hard gulp to pull the food down his throat and says with a bit of breath, "Who said the...

Amien leans back into his chair and kicks his feet onto the table, laying his plate into his lap while holding on to a mug carefully. He dips a half-peeled bananna into his mug. Hearing the question, he responds, "Depends on how drunk I get, sweetie. Can't stand watch passed out."

Amien would eventually return to the ship, possibly by the time everyone has brought their work down inside the ship, easily pushing himself up the plank with each step despite what he is carrying. He calls out towards the rest of the crew with intent to convey a lighthearted jest, "I hope...

Meanwhile, Amien gives a thumbs up to Dyre as he carries the weight of more items and works to return to the ship, having missed the opportunity to witness the misogyny towards heavily armored women that could kill a bear in front of its horrified cubs. He wonders what this cargo is supposed to...

Amien's eyes widen as the entire weight is taken from him. He looks between her and his now empty arms held out, then again, before finally realizing what had happened to him. He juts a thumb over his shoulder and informs the rest, "Iiiiiii'm just going to go back and pick up some more to...

Amien gives up trying to match the words and begins making up mumbled sounds that vaguely could be the words to the song. He cradles a small crate with a smaller pouch rested on the lid. Catching wind of the girls meeting them part-way, he diverts his path to be next to the highly weaponized...

Amien crosses his arms and tilts his head slightly to give the worker's anger a questioning look. His raised brows and pointed eyes show much interest in how he might respond. Arriving on the ship, he gives a dismissing wave to Sebenius and kindly suggests, "Hey, if you need a fight just ask me...

Amien smiles when he's spoken to, and greets the archer right back with his name, then gives his view on the situation, "Amien. I'm as set as I can manage. I figure everything's gonna go wrong with or without me."

Once Amien leaves the Mystic Pearl, he decides to wait with the others for the girls to get back, unless of course they all decide to go with them.

Part of the group, this one asks the shop keep, "Got a healing potion in stock?" He hrms when told no. "Really? So much for the survival tip I got." He would at least purchase a sack and ten rations and throws it over his shoulder. 1x Sack - .1 gp. 10x Trail Rations - .5 gp.

Amien props himself up after what must be mere moments after he had sit down, and follows the leader to the Pearl, occupying his hand with fidgeting with the coins he just obtained. He hasn't reacted at all to the Wayang so far. Amien can think of several reasons not to make any sort of fuss...

Amien unrolls the scroll and barely glances over it before folding it up with uneven creases very unlike the way it was presented at first, and slips it under the hold of leather. Something about shipments he thinks, not really caring about the fine details so much. "And why should they?" he...

The one that just entered doesn't hesitate to walk between a couple that are sitting and plucking the stated amount of coin. He then circles the table until he finds an empty seat, pulls his glaive from his back and holds it in front of him, then drops himself into the seat, leaning back a bit...