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[h3][color=40ceb6][i]Ivory[/i][/color][/h3]
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[b]Location:[/b] [i]The Cerberus[/i]
[b]Notes:[/b] [i]Interacting with[/i] [b]Ogre // Grimsley[/b]
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It always startled Ivory to see an ogre. Delteria was as diverse a place as any, but ogres were notorious for keeping to their own kind. Seeing one saunter across the deck of the ship was a shock, to say the least. “Wrong ship, miss.” He didn’t even bother to look at her, which didn’t surprise her. He was twice as tall as her and easily weighed more than a horse. He was likely under the belief that she was a prostitute as well. 

[color=40ceb6]“Pardon me sir,”[/color] she shouted. The giant creature glanced down over the balcony of the ship. When he didn’t say anything, she continued. [color=40ceb6]“I’d like to come aboard. I’d like to speak with your captain.”[/color] The ogre made his way to the top of the stairs and squinted his eyes. 

“Grimsley!” he called out. “Grimsley, c’mere!” A man peered out from behind the ogre and looked down at Ivory. She saw the ogre mumble something to the man then disappear back into the ship. The man, Grimsley she presumed, called down to her.

“Come this way.” Ivory made her way up to the steps and on to the ship. When she reached the deck, she saw the man up close. Surely he wasn’t the captain. His clothes were typical of meager peasants. It was likely he was a galley member. She didn’t see other movement, so she addressed the man.

[color=40ceb6]“I’d like to speak with your captain please.”[/color] As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Grimsley pulled a dagger from somewhere in the belt of his pants. He held it to her throat. Her heart beat rapidly as he leaned in close. His breath smelled of tobacco and rot. 

“I’ll take ya to the cap’n.” He smirked and pulled her while still holding the dagger. She tried to see if the ogre was still around, but she knew he probably wouldn’t help her anyway. Then she remembered what could.

[color=40ceb6]“Wait!”[/color] she held up her hands, flashing the medallion that Xen gave her. Grimsley immediately took the knife from her throat and grabbed the medal. He examined it for a second before he took hold of her arm and yanked her through a nearby door of the ship. They walked down an undetailed hallway and into what looked like a typical Captain’s office. Or what she assumed a Captain’s office would look like. There were no decorations or indications of whether she was right. There was, however, a beautifully carved, dark wood oak desk in the center of the room. Maps were rolled into a neat bundle at the end. Grimsley made his way to the desk and sat in the chair, propping his feet up on the desk. He put his hands behind his head. 

“What can I do fer ya?” Ivory’s heart dropped as she analyzed the scenario in front of her. 

[color=40ceb6]“You’re….you’re the Captain of the Cerberus?” [/color]The idea that a man with a presence such as Xen’s would take orders from this fool in front of her was preposterous. Had he not had a knife, she would have scoffed at the idea of being afraid of him. 

“Ya, ‘s right. Name’s Grimsley. Cap’n Grimsley.” She watched him reach into the desk and pull out a pipe and matches. He lit the pip and took a long drag. When he blew it out, the smoke took the shape of a herd of wild mustangs. Her intuition flickered – he could control air somehow. This frightened her slightly. If he was skilled, he could kill her from where he sat. The smoke slowly rocked over his knuckles in the same manor that one might flip a coin across them. “Where’d ya get this here medallion?” He tossed it on the desk in front of him. It took her some effort to drag her eyes from his hand toward his eyes. She hesitated a second before answering.

[color=40ceb6]“Your crewmember Xen gave it to me. He thought it might…”[/color] she trailed off, unsure of the exact reason he gave it to her. Protection? It didn’t seem to be doing her much good. Whatever this man decided to do with her, a medallion wouldn’t stop. Xen’s name, however, seemed to provoke a reaction from him. He dropped his feet to the floor and sat up, clearing his throat.

“Crew? Is uh, Cap…..is Xen with ya?” He tried to glance around her; a nervous look on his face, almost as if he was guilty of a crime. Ivory turned slightly and glanced behind her, unaware of what the man was searching for. When she looked back at him, she brushed a wrinkle out of the front of her [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/0f/4c/d2/0f4cd26d14794c795fbec14498474d5c.jpg]cloak[/url], knowing she was about to reveal all her cards and likely put herself in danger. She lifted her chin and looked him in the face.

[color=40ceb6]“No. He’s not.”[/color] The man’s stature relaxed a bit and he grabbed the medallion. He stood up, walked around the desk and handed the medal to her. She flinched slightly when he grabbed her arm above the elbow, but his grip wasn’t hard. He led her back down the hallway, through a set of double doors that she hadn’t noticed on the way in, and up a short flight of stairs. They ended at a corridor with a simple leather loveseat outside of a closed door. He motioned for her to sit and she obeyed.

“This here’s Xen’s quarters. Wait ‘til you’re told t’do sommin’ else. I ‘ave business to ‘tend to.” He didn’t wait for an answer before leaving. Ivory sighed and glanced at her surroundings. There was no décor and no obvious lighting. There wasn’t even carpet, yet the area seemed warm. She stood and peeked down the staircase. No one stood guard. She looked back at the closed door. She walked a few steps forward and pulled handle.