[center][color=orange][h1]Nyaleth Treekeeper[/h1][/color][/center]

The female land-dwelling elf approached Delilah hurriedly, though as the ship's proper druidic repairwoman she was giving a quick update on the ship's status before the battle would start. It had taken a while to get the thing patched up after the last scuffle though, though for six months she had become accustomed to this type of work. Grow the food, keep the ship's wood intact and grown back together, and such things. Magical support of the battle came onto their ship was also another forte she had been forced to take on at least a few times, but in the end she had the crew to lean upon as well. And it was interesting how that worked, crew member relying on crew member in a sort of web of necessary trust to keep this place running and shapely. Not that other things didn't factor in, but still. 

[color=orange]"The ship's in top shape, Captain! Hull is holding up fine, and the food store has been secured! I'll continue reinforcing the sides of the ship in case of any upcoming barrages!"[/color] the mage said, reporting dutifully albeit with a bit of an academic's tone to her voice as was common for her, [color=orange]"Is there anything else you need of me?"[/color] 

They were getting close to the enemy ship, close and closer to the enemy who only might know that doom approached on the wind-filled sails. Albeit, taking on that new mage was at least allowing her to not have to take on that job if putting wind in the sails as well at the same time. Though she didn't feel a sense of trust for that man, she had Valrima keeping a hidden eye on things...albeit the demon had other "commentary" to add to that at times about crew gossip. 

At the same time, the demoness, in the guise of a human woman dressed for battle, walked up to where Nyaleth was, rifle in hand load and read to go....and one-handed axe by her side on a leather belt. It was all a normal guise for her on the ship to avoid the...discomfort of her true appearance. Albeit the bust size hadn't decreased in this form, as Nyaleth had noticed but didn't wish to state aloud for fear of more teasing. Not that she didn't find that bust attractive, but especially now was not the time to think on such things.

[color=aqua]"I'm ready to lay into these guys, whatever way works best~"[/color] Valrima said, the said, winking at the Captain and Nyaleth as she adjusted the position of her rifle, the demoness teasing them with a double-meaning as always but visibly still being ready for the fight soon to happen. 

[@Zelosse]