Up in the rafters of the tavern, legs astride a solid wooden beam in the ceiling was Ed. 

Slap bang in the centre of the ceiling. It gave a good view of everything that was going on. In one corner there was an arm wrestle between two men underway - the loser apparently had made a mess of his drawers. Ed, or, [i]Ava[/i] smirked to himself before bringing up the left hand to chew down on some more of the dried beef, bought from a festival hawker. It was salted and moderately spiced. He really enjoyed the sensation that happened when the flavours were drawn out as the pieces were chewed up in the mouth. 

Food in Praelior was soft and sweet and rich. This was almost exotic for him. He was sure that such things existed in the hometown but he had never been allowed to eat it. Now he could eat and drink, whatever he desired. Such freedom came coupled with loneliness, though. Travelling away from Praelior had given him very little human contact. This festival was a feast for all of the senses. There were so many men. So many different looking men. The victor of the arm wrestle was a magnificent creature with deeply bronzed skin - that he bared freely. 

Ed licked his, [i]her[/i] lips at the very thought of the rippling arm muscle that he was demonstrating. It was a good job he was up a height and almost out of sight. That would be an embarrassing, and literal, slip of the tongue for someone to witness.  

Suddenly, three women caught Ed's eye. Lined up at what appeared to be a desk set up. An elf, a red head, and a Ra'sheek. It was like the opening to a terrible and crude joke. 

They were all so polite in their ways of approaching what had to be the most obscure line up of pirates that Ed could have imagined. And he would have to imagine, because he'd never met pirates before. Maybe this was normal. The one in the middle though... He was a knockout. His eyes drew Ava in from up in the rafters like a moth to a flame. There was something about the aura he was emitting that created a swarm of butterflies in the stomach... and lower. Then the bronzed God strode up to the desk too.

This was too much.

"Holy shit and seven hells..." he whispered under her breath as he swallowed down on a salty piece of beef. There was surely some salty beef down below that Ava wanted to get her teeth into. But how? 

He moved gracefully across the beams and hung himself backwards, slap bang in the middle of the three women who were gathered together, staring right into the eyes of the stationary pirate with [b]The Eyes[/b]. In the lowest tone he could muster he began;

"Now I don't know what exactly you're up to here, but I'm guessing you're in need of someone nimble to scale your ship in any... tight circumstances you happen to get stuck into along the way... To wherever you're going." Ed, using momentum from a slight swing performed a quick and clean flip down to the floor, in a kneeling position he looked right in the eyes of the Ra'sheek and gave her a suggestive wink and nudge.

"If you're assembling a crew you'll need a Sailor, Sir..."

He walked confidently up to the table, pressing past the others in the queue. This wasn't a time to line up and be counted. This was a time to make an impression and stand out. "Name's Ed. I can do any stunt you can think of and I can climb a mast in record time, not only that but I can get up and back down again before you've blinked." All he could think was about how he'd like to climb a mast or two of a different kind of wood... But right now he was in disguise and he wasn't going to let Ava's lust ruin it. They were sailing somewhere - and he wanted to travel.