What a boring trip! So much for the plans of adventure and treasure. She had actually missed a championship hunt for this waste of time. All Katewyn had experienced was small skirmish before they had even all boarded the ship. Now she couldn't even get a decent twelve hour sleep without her waking up to the loud tramping of feet. Her interest had been excited through only two things. Her sloth ( She had named in Maithien, in a fit of anger. It seemed to only respond to that name. ), and the red headed swordfighter. If only she had been less. . . Bubbly. She was too happy! It was a silly thing to say, but she fit in too well. How could she even stand being near a dwarf? 

Yet now was not the time to stew over such matters. With Maithein on her shoulder, she strode up to the deck where she was being shouted for.