[center][h1][color=007236]Troe Revinah[/color][/h1][/center]

Troe looked at Ashley boarding the ship in disbelief. This was actually happening, a fishing boat...that smelled horrific...and they would be travelling for several days without any relief from the stench. He sighed in defeat, at least it had been made clear that the mage with the 'sugar high' wasn't going to be calling the shots.

Maybe this ship wouldn't be too awful? It was unassuming enough that he wouldn't expect it to be pillaged for plunder despite the fact that quite a few of the people that would be traveling aboard were nobles. The only issue he could see was once they got to the island, the 'innocent fishing boat' jig would be up and this wasn't the combat vessel that some of the more affluent adventurers were likely taking. 

As he passed by the shirtless swordsman and his archer pal, he overheard the loudmouth mention throwing up aboard the ship being a major worry...Truthfully it would probably go unnoticed given the almost visible aura of stench already wafting from the deck. He chose not to make a comment, but shook his head all the same.

As he stepped on the plank, one last thought crossed his mind. [color=007236]"Hey, big axe lady."[/color] He said, very briefly reverting to the terse way of speaking that was common on Irinoth. [color=007236]"We need to talk."[/color] He said before embarking onto the ship. He didn't intend to speak of his lineage or upbringing with the group, but it would be smart to get a few things straight with his potential fellow islander.