[center][h3][sub][b]E V A N D E R   W H I T E M A N E[/b][/sub][/h3]
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[right][hr][color=gray][b]Windward Island[/b]
Port Harbor, the Sunken Shepherd
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[color=A9CCE3]"No, no." [/color]Evander waved a hand dismissively at the suggestion put forward by Solia, offering instead a friendly smile as he agreed. [color=A9CCE3]"Diving it is. It will be good to get back in the water again."[/color]

He was content with the decision, for while he had not dived in a good number of years, he couldn't well remember the last time he ever had to properly [i]climb[/i] something. The Frozen Sea had tall glaciers and mountains of ice, certainly, but he had never been one to go adventuring to the top. He left that to the vagabond tribes that roamed the frozen wastes. For him, life was always a more settled affair.

Relaxing in the chair, now that all was settled, Evander still wasn't sure how he was going to approach the question of what exactly his new partner was, what her capabilities were, and [i]what[/i] she was even doing at Windward Island in the first place. He trusted her - but these were questions burning on his mind, even if were capable of masking it.

Standing, he surveyed the tavern quickly. It was true - most of those assembled seemed to have already found themselves partners or smaller groups to work in. He found it all rather odd that they were working towards the same end-goal, but would ultimately become rivals if some ancient treasure was found. Not that he especially cared for all that, anyway - in fact he had little to no use for treasure, and wasn't planning on robbing his partner of any reward, regardless of their deal.

Turning his attention to Solia once more, who had remained sitting patiently for the few seconds he had been standing, he remarked, [color=A9CCE3]"I suppose we ought to head down to this ship. [i]The Skullfish[/i], was it?"[/color] He shrugged slightly, not especially bothered by the name, [color=A9CCE3]"...and get to meet our fellow adventurers who've answered the call. Though, on that note - I never did get to ask why you're here."[/color] His curiosity had finally gotten the better of him, though he had at the very least opted to ask one of the less invasive questions.

Softening his tone, and curling the corners of his lips into a genuine and soft smile, so as not to appear as though he asked with anything other than unalloyed curiosity, he added, [color=A9CCE3]"I mean, I know that you're here to help... but, why Windward Island?"[/color].

Angling himself to face the harbor below, he waited patiently for Solia to join him, so that they may make their way to the ship that awaited them and continue their discussion.