[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=B22222]Vladimir Alexandrov[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/8c1433c6-083d-4a24-bdfa-033741139aa8.jpg[/img][/center]
[hr][hr][center][color=B22222][b]Location:[/b][/color] La Canela Ship -> Port Annan (Docks)
[color=B22222][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [i]Fal'shbort[/i] (Passive), [i]Tretiy Glaz[/i] (Passive), English [/center][hr]

	[color=B22222]"Indeed, is time to go."[/color] agreed Vladimir, rising from his bow to Captain Montoya. [color=B22222]"Mission is vone of haste, and if this is success, it vill be because of the speed and grace of La Canela, peoples whom I vould call friend."[/color] He rose, smiling a crooked little smile. A little quieter, he spoke more directly to the Captain herself, [color=B22222]"Understand, even as I depart, piece of my heart stays vith Captain Montoya. [i]Spasibo, Kapitan[/i]. Is my dearest vish that ve continue conversations another day, not far from this vone. You must tell me then, how man from your vorld shows interest and respect for beautiful voman, as I vish not to make offense nor become peppered vith bullets. Da?"[/color] Ever the optimist. 

	He dipped his head slightly and turned to witness his people meeting up with their belongings on land, below. Or just Constantin. And by "Meeting Up", he meant, "Pledge Undying Servitude to the Earth". Seeing this brought about a chuckle from The Great Bazhooli, who turned back around to declare (with a wink and a flourish, no less), [color=B22222]"So dramatic, this man."[/color] A playful raise of his eyebrows to punctuate his thought and he began to stride down the gangplank. As Vlad neared the ground, he drew two of his finer knives, twirled them in his hands in a flamboyant effort to exercise his manual dexterity, and replaced them just as quickly. 

	Assessing the situation with their belongings, Vladimir slung his bags about the flanks of his swift, coal-black stallion. He checked to make sure that everything was secure for overland travel, tightening a few things as needed, and glanced back at the ship. Hopefully, he would see this vessel again. The Captain had made an impression on him. Maybe he should have left off by kissing her hand or some other token piece of affection, but decided against it as he was not fully aware of La Canela custom. Again, the peppering with bullets came to mind. But would it be worth it? Perhaps, in the name of adventure, passion, and panache. But they [i]did[/i] have a mission to return to, and now their Alliance had another group willing to lend their support. His own frenzied pursuit of adventures more personal would have to wait. 

	Vlad recovered a knife to replace the one he had given to Montoya, and mounted his horse, Tolstoy. [color=B22222]"Okay! Vhere is to the Greens of Gretna?"[/color] He glanced around, [color=B22222]"And the Master Zimmer?"[/color]