[b]MAP ROOM[/b]

Moss didn't lower release her hammer, but she did seem to relax a little bit. The more she looked at the guy the less she was afraid of him, and the less she thought that he was the one to have done this. He didn't look like a sailor, in fact he didn't look like much of anything she'd ever seen. Besides, he was unarmed as far as she could tell.

Her attention turned back to the room, and she scuttled over to the long map on the table she'd snagged the hammer from. It was...definitely a map, that was for sure. It looked like one anyway, or what she imagined a map looked like -she'd never actually seen on before. Her interest in it died, and she looked back to the other bodies on the floor. She had half a mind to rifle their pockets, a few of these bastards looked pretty well off.

"Lot o' poor shites here," she mumbled, giving one a little kick to the foot, as if to test if they were awake. There was a burly man she thought might be most at home far from the sea, and a girl who looked...odd, to the say the least. Colorful. She had short hair though, like her. Then there was.

"Fok'n-" She jolted in surprise at the sight of Elin. "What the bloody hell is that?"