Arden takes a position in front of TapTap as he begins casting his spell.
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Arden swims across to TapTap and points at the approaching creatures.
"Fair enough!"
Arden tries to recall maps and other methods of telling the direction while at sea.
Yawning, Arden stretches again and with a sigh walks up behind Tap as he converses with Fipps and the orc. Smiling at Fipps, she says, "I love what you've done with your hair. How do you get it to come out of the nostrils like that?"
Arden stretches and fixes looks at Master Scourge with indifference. I could sleep away a century. She looks about for her friends, notes they are all present and heads for the deck.
Arden stoically tends to her duties, wishing for more precious minutes in her hammock.
Looking at the boom, a frown creases Arden's impassive face. We need to get this situation under control!
Arden takes a turn on the line to help bring Tilly back on board.
Why are these two so prone to trouble. Arden sits up as Tap and Jack return to their bunks. "You two need to be more careful!"
Fearing the officers will take advantage of the sleeping hours to elicit payback from TapTap, Arden stays close to the halfling. She chooses a place close to him to sleep for the night, though her plan is to keep a vigil over him.
"Are you okay?" Arden says, leaving the throng to check on TapTap. "Next time, leaving the fighting to me!" She glares at Plugg, "I hope next time gives me the opportunity to beat that one's face in..."
Arden attempts to step forward, concern for her friend breaking the usual stoic mask of her face, "Tap, let me take your place," she says as he circles near.
"Are you boys behaving yourselves?" Arden says sleepily, rubbing her leg absently, "What is happening here?"
Arden takes her rum and food, gives it a sniff and tries to hide her obvious disgust, and moves off. As she passes by, she gives a short nod to her friends. She chooses a seat without much thought, and looks around.
Arden is less than cordial after her encounter with the rats, and spends her day working the ropes and quietly observing the crew from above. She nods if greeted, though makes no real effort to engage in conversation.
Arden returns to the rigging.
"In time Jack we will do away with these thugs," Arden says, "For now we need to content ourselves with advancement." She turns to Sandara, "Thank you for the healing."
"Agreed," Arden says, her face emotionless once more, "The time is fast approaching that one of us will have to make our mark by taking down one of the officers so we can advance in the pecking order."
"I am not in the mood to go climbing through the rigging," Arden says, pain breaking through her usual calm façade, "I am in the mood to take my discomfort out on someone's face." Listening to Jack, Arden says, "There may well be enough dissatisfied souls to bring an end to this farce and bring about a change of management?"
Examining her leg, Arden grimaces at the infected flesh. "I think I hate rats now", she grumbles. "I need to get this seen too, and I doubt I want to try and explain it to windbags that run this ship."
Arden says something not too pleasant in Elven, and attacks the rat attached to her leg.
"Magic," she grumbles, "We will take whatever comes our way." Her face once again becomes an impassive mask as she stares into the darkness.
Arden freezes at the sound men screaming. She raises her fists defensively.
Arden spends the day in the crow's nest, as usual she keeps an eye on the deck and her fellow crew members from her high vantage place in the crow's nest.
Arden stares at the injured half-orc, her arms tense and her fists raised. The Lady of Graves should receive this one...
Going in low to try and use the half-orc's weight against him, Arden snaps off two punches against her opponent. Her face devoid of any emotion, though her brown eyes smoulder with aggression.
Arden shakes off the half-orc's punch and smiles coldly. She returns his single punch with two swift jabs.
Arden, up early and meditating quietly, opens her eyes to take in the scene. She stands and walks over to back Jack up. Staring at the fat man with her cold brown eyes, she says, "Are you compensating for your eensy-weensy manhood? Maybe we can remove the embarrassment for you, fat man?"
As it looks like her dinner companions are retiring for the night, Arden will do the same. She bids them goodnight and heads off to find a place to sleep.
Arden smiles politely at the compliment, and grimaces at the food. She looks accusingly at Jack, "Please tell me you had no hand in this poison?" The girl appears to be too willing to help. This halfling would do well to be more cautious. "The crow's nest is the best place to be on ship, my own island away from the chaos of the deck," she replies to Tap, smiling slightly, and then looks at Sandara, "Thank you, I am enjoying the work." Arden accepts the leather strap from Sandara, her suspicion turning to mild surprise as she realises it is her sling. "Thank you again." "I plan to do my job Tap, and do it well. However, it would be nice to know that some of us are looking out for each other. I can see a lot of what happens on deck, so I am more than happy to be your eyes in the sky... so to speak."
Arden climbs down from the rigging to join the crew, deciding a night of carousing would not be unwelcome after a long day aloft. She stretches with sinuous grace and stifles a yawn with the back of her hand. Accepting her rum ration from Cut-throat Grok, and a bowl of "food", she searches for the Halfling who greeted her. On seeing Tap she smiles, and gestures to slim patch of space beside him, "Mind if I join you?" She sniffs suspiciously at the bowl before nodding a greeting to the halfling's companions.
Arden goes about her new daily routine, working in the rigging or standing in the crow's nest. She keeps a keen interest in any landmarks or other details that may help her establish her bearings or the intended destination of the ship. She does not engage the halfling in conversation, though she keeps an eye on him.
Arden makes herself comfortable while she waits for her assigned task. She stares out across the water and watches the surrounds intently, searching for anything of interest. The deck below is a world away for a moment, and she is able to ignore her current situation for a few seconds.
Not an ideal vessel, or crew, but I can make this work.
Arden laughs at Tap's song.
Maybe he speaks some truth about his skill with a pot and ladle?
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