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[color=teal]"A cloaked figure in a backwater port is leaves on the breeze to them. So common it barely registers."[/color] Riko mused from above. Like every part of their ship, his seated position behind the crossbeam of the lower sails was creaky at best and sorely in need of repair. Had they the supplies, and time, to make such improvements it would have been done ages ago. 
As things were it was all he could do to keep the ship in its current condition. 

Pointing at his mask as he leaned over to view the runt below, the impression that behind the concealing headware was a grin was all too obvious. [color=teal]"Try one of these. Draws stares like a fly to honey."[/color] Kicking back against the central beam, Riko gave a short laugh at his own humor.