Vee looked off to the radiant afternoon glow through the wall-sized window at the end of the room, giving off an orange hue within his cozy little space: the infirmary. Vee found the space rather large for its intended use, as actual surgery was only needed for a few occasions where his Solurgy could not complete the job in-action. As such, Vee has since tidied and personalized the room to act as his own personal quarters and study, as well. 

Upon entrance, a large bookcase sprawls against the right wall, filled to the brim with varying books, typically the non-fiction sort... but you could find a few dozen stories on the Adventures of Morq'qlor if you searched hard enough. On the left is the typical "infirmary" part of the room's actual intention: a few drawers and mantlepieces where Vee stores some herbs and the ship's medical supplies, his alchemic supplies, and the operating table laid out, ready for use just in case the need arose. 

In the center lied his desk and chair; modest, but a good enough place to write letters and papers, with the aforementioned window behind it. Throughout the room lays many a planted vase, either hanging from the ceiling or standing, giving the vibe of an arboratem than a doctor's study. Vee currently sits at his desk, still looking out the window, enjoying the clouds, pen and trusty journal in hand...

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Vylmor Octavius
1st Septimo 1759
Entry #1542

And thus today marks our continued journey Westward. It's been two days since we've last trekked forth from Havenstad, and it seems the captain is in even more desperate need of coin than I originally imagined. Indeed, it certainly seems the case with this frivy sidestep off the intended course, as to my mere mention of a possible trade party close en route. It may cost us more in ship damage than the weight of gold, certainly if we intend to put the extra weight on our hull, let alone if they're expecting comp--
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It was then that Grady made his rather explosive entrance, flinging the door open with usual bravado. Vee raised an eyebrow in response to his action, and it remained there following his comment. "This is indeed the trade route. My previous accomplices traveled these paths many a time. We will stumble across at least one unsuspecting coin vessel." Grady proceeded to suggest for Vee to take one of the fresher crewmembers under his wing for the time being; the merchant's daughter. Grady made a speedy exit.

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company. Speak of the devil... it seems we may be encroaching our prey in a matter of moments, with this raised commotion.

[right]More to come,
Vee[/right][/indent][/indent]

Vee rose from his seat, making an exit shortly behind Grady's upon completion of his journal entry, though climbing up as opposed to down. Vee made his entrance on deck, raising the collar of his trench coat in response to the biting winds. It had already been a few months since Vee first boarded the [i]Aleph Null[/i], but he was still inexperienced as far as his "sea legs" were concerned... or his concern of "sea heights"... or most anything else dealing with what was essentially a floating death machine, as far as Vee was really concerned.

It wasn't a long walk before Vee saw the young girl, tending to her own duties on deck. Vee approached her just enough that he was in view, then gestured gently with his hands in her direction. "Yes, you girl. Come, come." He kept his pace, didn't even bother to stop, assuming she would quickly come to his side and know not to keep him slow. Surely she would be aware that there was much to prepare for in the ensuing encounter.