[color=darkturquoise][h3][b]Cesar Lorenzo Tidesong Bolivar[/b]
The Vale, [i]The Mystical Martin.[/i][/h3][/color]

Cesar had awakened earlier, making his promise of waking the others with a song, playing in the common room after getting himself a quick drink at the bar. He had fallen asleep on the ground last night, completely exhausted from the previous day's escapades, and hence, didn't really interact with the rest of his friends before they, as well, went to bed. Strumming his Vihuela, a shirtless Cesar began to sing.

[color=darkturquoise]"The Shadows, they lurk,
In the Darkness so near,
The people of this town,
Have all gone and disappear.
These demons run amok,
But there is nothing to fear!
For we, the brave heroes,
Will kick 'em in their rear!"
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Cesar continued playing a song of heroics to inspire everyone for today's long journey, grinning as he played every note and sang every exceedingly ridiculous line. He always did this on the ship... except, he also had a choir of crewmates to sing with him, to wake everyone else up. Cesar only wished there were others with him that could help with his performances. Others added to the "grandness" of his performances. As if on cue, however, the crashing of the Giant Ravens flying off made for an excellent conclusion.

[color=darkturquoise][i]I guess those fat gaviotas had a use, after all...[/i][/color]

As his song reached its conclusion, Cesar drank from a tankard of mead. As he took a sip of his drink, he looked at everyone else who had awakened and gathered. Cesar, himself, had his gear all up and readied right next to him, although he did remain shirtless at the time, as usual. Wiping the foam from his mouth, Cesar looked at a few of his party members with an expression that's best described as a "shit-eating grin."

[color=darkturquoise]"So it looks like some of you got along all nice and cozy, last night..."[/color]