[list]Naevys had been quiet so far, sitting pretty at the table while the group of people talking - mostly half-orcs, at this point, discussed who should be the captain. The careful wording made it seem like they all wanted to be captain, honestly, but her favor was leaning towards the human, perhaps at the slight suspicion she felt concerning half-orcs. She knew the old captain from long ago, maybe 15 years, when she had first left the Iskar. Before she was even considered an adult in her homeland she had left and found a job on his ship, and was almost immediately set to work the rigging because of her light weight and small stature. Naevys eventually left, but she still knew the dhow, [i]Lilian's Tear[/i].

Sensing a lull, she stood up, one hand on the table and the other pointing at the human who had previously spoke.

"I vote him."[/list]