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Valen grunted gruffly what was the equivalent of his thanks to the ticketmaster, before ascending the thick wooden ramp that creaked and groaned beneath the heels of his well-worn boots which had definitely seen better days. 

As he set foot upon the deck of the ship, the old sellsword sniffed the briny air and a smile crept to up the side of his lips for a moment remembering a memory from his youth. Yet his expression quickly hardened, reminiscence in his posture gone replaced by a rehearsed wall of apathy. Then with a careful glance he made his way along the deck to the cheerful lilt of the captains voice [color=606060]"Years been treating you kindly old friend?"[/color] 'friend' was a loose term in regards to their past but in times long gone he had worked in the port in his youth, and more times than one could count they had fought their share of tavern brawls.

But those times were long gone.