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[Color=red][b]Time:[/b][/color] Dawn
[Color=red][b]Location:[/b][/color] Parlay Cay
[Color=red][b]Interaction with:[/b][/color] Adrielle [@Tae], Nur [@dreamingflowers]
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Once Nur had whisked away the lost looking girl Aodh returned to work, shaking his head and grinning slightly at Aharuhn’s creepy welcoming, predicting the crew’s deaths seemed to be the man’s hobby. Simple manual labor, like loading and securing the cargo, was almost meditative for him, it was nice to do work on the ship without having to think too much, and just letting his body function on autopilot for a bit. He was more than certain that once they were in the thick of things everything would be more dangerous, and much more mentally taxing, so he was more than happy to enjoy the quiet moments for now. He snapped his attention immediately to the captain as he heard her speak his name. He was being asked to look after the kitten, and he stifled a sign as he nodded to captain, although he was pretty sure Malek had already assigned the task to Nur. 

[color=red]“Yes, Cap’n.”[/color] He responded, putting as much enthusiasm as he could muster in his words. Although the new girl seemed nice enough, babysitting wasn’t exactly his ideal job. Plus, if she was still around with Nur, he didn’t want to butt heads with the ship’s surgeon. Once the cargo was loaded up and secured, he set off to find the lost kitten, more than certain that Nur hadn’t found any real work for the new girl to do. Aodh headed down to the crew’s quarters but before he got there he passed Nur, who was no longer showing the new girl around. [color=red]“Nur, where’d you leave the kitten?”[/color] He asked. [color=red]“Cap’n wants me to find her some work.”[/color] 

 
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[Color=cadetblue][b]Time:[/b][/color] Dawn
[Color=cadetblue][b]Location:[/b][/color] Avalon Avenger
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Sylas awoke during the very early hours of morning, while the deck of the ship was still wrapped in moonlight, to admire the vessel he was newly stationed on. As he admired the beauty that was the Avalon Avenger, he felt a great sense of pride and honor to be serving aboard such a ship on such an important mission. The Arcadian, a long with the future queen of Glasston, had gone missing, and in order to find the missing ship they would be sailing to the Shadowmount Isles, a place not even his father had been, a place said by most sailors thought to cursed. To be apart of this crew, and to succeed, would bring him notoriety that surely this would be the thing to finally make his father proud. This was the kind of mission that not only would showed courage, but his willingness to serve and sacrifice for Glasston. This was an opportunity that he had never dreamed would present itself so early in his career, and having proven himself a loyal solider before, Sylas had pulled every string he had to be stationed here. His excitement coiled with his anxiety to do well, and so the young elf wandered the ship committing its layout to memory. As the rays of sun began to break through the darkness signaling the arrival of dawn, Sylas moved below deck, memorizing every twist and turn of the hull as well. He kept meticulous notes of every piece of cargo he inspected, and any part of the ship needing maintenance.

Sylas liked getting as much done before the sun was up as possible, there were less crew wandering about, and he always felt most energized in the dark. He liked the peace and quiet, to be able to listen to the way the ship creaked and moaned about on the sea, these sounds were the heartbeat of the ship. He took in deep breaths of the salted air as he worked, focusing on keeping himself calm rather than allowing his anxious energy to take hold. He needed to do a good job, to prove himself worthy of being on such an important assignment. The ship continued to rock about on the open seas, this journey rougher than he expected, and these waters were normally much calmer than this. Eventually Sylas began to make his way back up deck, more than certain that there was work that needed done up there. On his way up from the hull he listened as the other crew members spoke of their fears and uncertainty about the voyage to the Shadowmounts. As the dwarven first mate instructed a unfamiliar, and seasick looking, sailor to inspect the cannons, Sylas set to work assisting the men manning the sails.