Since she was a girl Inez had liked ships. She had spent many hours sitting in the orange groves on the bluff that overlooked the Bay of Calavria, watching them drift in on their majestic sails. When she had grown older she had sailed on them herself, though as a passenger rather than a sea farer. In the south where the tides were slight, the favor was for oared galleys rather than these high sided cogs. She could well remember coming ashore at Angira in the dead of night, wading ashore with weapons held high over head, or slipping out of the bay of Biantoro against the teeth of the storm, the day before the great city fell. She supposed she would have been greatful for a ship like this then, rather than trembling in terror as the waves washed over the shallow freeboard, hauling for all she was worth with bucket and pump to keep the ship afloat. 

The crew seemed a decent enough group as far as sailors went. There had been the usual covert leers of course, but that was more or less par for the course. They had kept their mouths mostly shut other than token offers of deference to their new tradesfarer. The captain seemed a little more reserved, probably less than pleased to have to take orders from a man a decade or more his junior. As yet Inez was unsure as to why Alrik would even need a bodyguard, perhaps when they reached their destination it would be helpful to show status by the show of a hired sword. The cabin assigned to her was roomy and well appointed, surprisingly so for a bodyguard. Perhaps the League felt it necessary to keep some kind of seperation between her and the crew, and the small resentment of a large cabin would go along way towards that. It made a certain kind of sense, if part of her job was to head off potential mutiny, though in all likelyhood it just made certain she would be the first victim of any such attempt. A grin tugged at the corners of her mouth, well if you wanted a safe life you didn't become a Condottieri. Having no possessions beyond the sword and two uniforms she had been given by the League when they had inducted her, it didn't take more than a moment to get settled in. It also meant it didn't take more than a minute or two for her natural restlessness to kick in, and after a moment she headed across the hall to Alrik's cabin.

"So," she said pressing herself through the door, gripping at her belted sword to stop it from clattering against the bulkhead.

"Where are we headed first, o illustrious employer?"