Talas
Talas stands near the rail of the ship, looking overboard at the waves crashing againt the hull. "Yes Cholas, once we reach Adderport, we can fetch some arrows of cold iron to use against any fiends we find. If they have a Church of the Silver Flame, that would be a good place to start."
For the several days aboard the ship, Talas is up early in the morning, exercising, climbing up and down the rigging, sparring with his companions on the rolling deck, basically anything to keep his mind off the boredom of the days at sea. During the sparring practice, Talas speaks to his companions, offering advice, even if they don't want it.
"Now imagine I am a Q'barran tiger! I jump down from the trees above you," Talas says as he leaps from the rigging to swing at Alexa. "He swipes at you with his claws and bites onto your leg, nearly pulling you into his waiting grasp. What do you do? No, no! Don't back away! You stand and fight. Tigers relish the chase, if you run, he will surely catch you and tackle you to the ground."