[right] [h3][color=40ceb6][i]Ivory[/i][/color][/h3] [hider=Status] [b]Location:[/b] [i]The docks at Wormsloe[/i] [b]Notes:[/b] [i]Interacting with[/i] [b]a dock hand[/b] [/hider] [hider=Description] [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/65/5f/92/655f92322378bba882c250263117f09d.jpg]appearance pic[/url], roughly 5' 7" with a lean build, confident mannerisms, clothing doesn't stand out or indicate any form of wealth/lack of wealth [/hider] [/right] [hr] Once he left without another word, Ivory contemplated the instructions he had given her. [color=40ceb6][i]Cerberus? Was Xen apart of the crew for ship named after the ship Celderon sailed?[/i][/color] Maybe he knew more about the pyrat than he let on. He didn't strike her as a historian, which was typically a hobby reserved for bored noblemen who had excessive schooling, but had aged past the point of being useful to society. Anything was possible, however. She turned over the medallion Xen had given her while she made her way to where the harbormaster would be. The docks were busy with dock hands hustling to complete their tasks, fishmongers calling out the day's catch, and a few of Wormsloe's lawmen, pretending to keep order but no doubt searching out an opportunity to be bribed. She reached the head of the port, where the harbormaster typically stood but the area appeared to be vacant. She saw a dock hand leaned over, fiddling with something that looked like a simple wood plank. She crouched down to get his attention. [color=40ceb6]"Excuse me sir, could you point me toward the ship Cerberus? I can't seem to locate the harbormaster."[/color] The man looked up. He took in her appearance and scowled, then jerked his head. "The one on the end," he spat out. Ivory stood and peered down to the end of the row of docked ships. She held her hand up to block the sun from streaming in her eyes but the ship was still difficult to make out. [color=40ceb6]"Thank you,"[/color] she said, attempting to smile despite the man's harsh demeanor. He stood in response. "Yea, well, tell the woman who procured you that we don't need any of your kind 'round here, chasing sailors 'round. Half these men are married and the likes of you and your [i]co-workers[/i] don't do us a damn bit of good. You can just stick to the areas in your part of town, where you belong." Ivory scoffed at the man's presumption. [color=40ceb6]"I beg your pardon, sir. Do you take me to be a whore?"[/color] The man's face flinched slightly but he held his ground. "Of course. I know better, seein' a woman comin' here and askin' 'bout the Cerberus. No respectable woman would be seekin' that crew out. Now begone." He took the plank from the ground and walked away, giving Ivory one last scowl. She tilted her chin up in response. He could assume all he wanted, they were just words. She finally made her way to the end of the row of ships and took in the ship's appearance. It was large but certainly not the largest one in port. The sails were dark and the wood looked worn, but still reliable and sea worthy. The most noteworthy part of the ship was the area for cannons. There were easily five along the outside. While Ivory was unfamiliar with the standard number of weapons on a ship, she knew this particular boat was quite heavily armed. The second most noteworthy part had nothing to do with the ship itself. Most of the other areas had men working tirelessly to either load or unload merchandise, or prep to set sail. The Cerberus had no one buzzing around. [i][color=40ceb6]Where was the crew?[/color] [/i]She took a few steps toward the ladder set out for boarding. [color=40ceb6]"Hello?"[/color] she called out.