The tiny cabin swayed rhythmically as the boat was rocked by waves. Linara lay back on her bed, her head resting on her arms glaring up at the ceiling. This whole journey was nothing like she had expected. Usually she would be travelling on some magnificent vessel in high comfort with everything she could ask for. This trip however... she moved her gaze from the ceiling and instead set it upon the wooden wall, not even a window. That wasn't all either! The food was stale and dry, the crew were ignorant, the bed rock solid, itchy and had they ever even considered cleaning down here!

She groaned and rolled over. They couldn't arrive in Ialdia soon enough.
Oh and that was another thing! She didn't even want to go to Ialdia! Her parents had practically forced her to go. Well… her and Vultog… the annoying half orc they paid to follow her around when she was more than capable of looking after herself.

If she didn't know any better she might think they had planned this. It was obvious the two of them didn't want to go themselves because of the curse. Instead, they had sent her and some mercenary to set up trade with the colonies. Like they didn't make enough money as it was! She imagined them now, sat in some fine manor somewhere, sipping wine in luxury.

“How do you think Linara is doing dear?”
“Oh I imagine she’s halfway to Ialdia by now, probably going stir crazy in the tiny cabin of some awful boat”
“Haha, how unfortunate for her”
“Quite”
“More wine?”
“Of course”

Linara imitated the voices of her parents into the pillow, though she knew she was lying to herself. If anything, her parents would be on some important business deal of their own, likely trying to sell more gems or buying another mine. Wherever they were though, it was probably a lot nicer than here!

Vultog tapped on Linara's door lightly. In his right hand was his sword, wrapped in cloth, encased in a leather bag. 

"Ahem. Miss Samachi, there is commotion on the top deck. It seems as though we reached land finally. Would you like to go to the top, it seems as it would be the nice thing to do. Get to know our neighbours and such. Can you hear me?" 

Vultog lightly knocked on the door again, and garnered no response. He slowly opened the door again, as to make sure not to walk in on her changing or anything of the sort.

In the room Linara was laying on her bed, facing the wall. Vultog removed the hood from his head and repeated again for emphasis.
"Miss samachi, we have neared land. Would you like to journey to the top of the ship, and meet the others that are here? It seems better than laying in this dank room all day until we hit shore."

Linara sighed in annoyance. 

"I know, I heard you the first time" she huffed rolling off the bed and straightening her dress. She picked up the rapier from its place beside the bed and secured it around her waist. 

"I can't wait to get off this wreck they call a ship and onto dry land again, I only hope the return journey is better"

Shouldering her small bag of belongings as well as a smaller bag of gem samples for possible customers she stepped past the half-orc and into the corridor.

"Come on then, I suppose we should meet the other colonists. I could use some fresh air anyway."