[h2]Sir Roland Grey - The Dock of Ekilore[/h2]

The sailors had finished loading all of the supplies, and everyone now appeared to be on board the Pendant. Roland watched the sailors load up the last of their rations curiously. They weren't any of his men. Nor were they any of those from the other knights' ships. The Ekilorian knight assumed this was some neutrality security measure, but he didn't like the idea of sailing with unknown men. What if they were incompetent? What if they were spies? Thoughts like this pestered Roland constantly. However, he was confident even if they did end up being more nefarious than they appeared, he would cut them down without hesitation.

When the odd man Catskull announced his departure below deck, Roland wasn't sure what to make of it. On one hand, he disliked his odd cadence and demeanor. On the other, he respected his isolation and quick-to-action attitude. He was not sure about him.

"Weigh anchor, all hands. Prepare to make sail!" Captain Crewe exclaimed as his busy sailors go to working the Pendant out of the harbor and out onto the open sea. Roland meanwhile took a look at the shrinking island behind them, though the Tower of Oculus still stood proudly into the sky. He turned around again and gazed at his companions on his quest. While he was unsure of what to make of Catskull, he had already begun to form opinions of the others. He already viewed Kace as a uncultured savage, but that was confirmed when he announced himself as a man of both dwarven and highmen descent. Roland was not going to get along with him. The elf knight was an elf. That was all Roland had to go off of, and in his mind really all he needed. While he knew of Sir Duncan's skill, he was less so impressed with his pious devotion to Andal. While devotion to the gods was acceptable in Roland's eyes, he is cautious when that devotion becomes fanatical. To Roland, Duncan was dangerously stepping into that territory. The Knight Elric appeared more subdued to Roland, but he still didn't know what to make of him. Needless to say, he doubted the skills of a Falkan knight, even a Dragoon.

As unimpressed as he was, he also knew he would be around these men for quite a while. If they didn't die too fast, Roland thought it be a good idea to get to know them some more. "Quite a quest we find ourselves on, hmm?" He questioned the others as his continued to wander across their faces and clothes with an unimpressed, smug glance. "I suppose since we shall be around each other quite a lot, it is imperative to know more about one another, yes? So... I hesitate to ask, but do any of you have anything worth sharing?"