|DM - ARC|
A sudden lurching shatters your peaceful repose, quickly followed by a rush of sensations flooding over a sense of numbness. You can feel the sting of cold air and colder water on your skin and the feel of your clothes weighed down with cold water. You can hear the drip, drip, drip of water running off of you and pattering onto the wooden deck. Your numb hands slowly begin to feel the smooth wooden planks beneath your palms, the subtle grains grating on your flesh as you begin to push yourselves up. "Well, well. Look what the tides drug up." tilting your heads you find yourselves surrounded by a large group of unkept sailors. One of which is crouched down uncomfortably close to Ealianne. "Hullo poppet."
(A second, almost velvety male voice)"That's no way to greet your new guests. Now is it? I mean afterall, do you expect the Lady would approve of your treatment?" a large section of sailors parts to reveal a clean shaven and well kept Andoran man.
(A deeper and harsher male voice farther away)"Enough of this. Get back to work you lay-abouts!"
As the crew begrudgingly but quickly disperses you can see a tall thin and angry looking man holding the wheel while the Andoran walks up to you all.
"Welcome to the Mourning Maiden. I'm Alain Martin Westburg a fellow Lantern Bearer."