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by Selothi on Thu Jun 05, 2008 11:45 am
Below him, th ship was buzing with activity: the priest, Argo, was chatting with the captain, Asphir and the girl with the fox were both talking, and the latest arrival had quickly charged into the ship's mess only to come back out a minute later with a raw leg of meat, eating it ferociously.
Letting his gaze drift back to the horizon, he sighed: Gah, arrogance. It has invaded my personnality, my words are dripping with it. I deserve my rank, my repute, but I shouldn't let that cloud my thoughts; overconfidence kills, and Phoenix could've killed me. Fried my, turned me into a pile of ash. He sighed again, louder this time: I've also been foolish in another way, I've signed on this trip without knowing what the hell we're crossing the ocean for ! I trusted Pat, that sucks ... The expedition better pay off, otherwise Pat'll have a very, very hard time. Hmmm, I need a good sparring session, get my mind off of my thoughts, thinking too much is unhealthy, hehe. Alùn's sword is beautiful, might mean he's a good fighter, let's try.
Keleth ended his interior monologue, and started down the mast, climbing down the rigging. A few feet off the ground, the assassin jumped into the air, arms spread out, his cloak billowing behind him. He landed in a graceful roll, only a short way from Alùn and the wind-mage, who had just finished talking. Nearing him, he stated, deliberately interrupting the end of their conversation: "Excuse me captain, could I talk to you for a bit, I have a few questions and a request." He tried to sound polite, showing respect to his employer was good professional manners, and this was just another job, he kept that in mind.