[@Dark Cloud]

The captain gave Valen a wistful smile, glancing towards the distant clouds for a moment. "Those were some good times back then, weren't they?" He sighed, chuckling, throwing up his fists playfully, reminiscent of the bar rumbles they'd had in days long past. "Sounds like we've got a lot to catch up on, old friend. Once I get this lassie on the road, we should have a nice cup of ale or two together." He gave Valen a firm, encouraging pat on the shoulder, before busily continuing with departure preparations.


[@Grade]

The noble lady blinked at the wheelchaired man's request, studying the card one more time before handing it to him with wordless curiosity.

She listened to his comments, a look of concern developing. At his request, she exchanged a look with her guard, before hesitantly turning back to the man. "...Thank you much sir but I am not in need of any help..." There was a discomfort to her voice, perhaps caused by suspicion, unwillingess to divulge her personal matters, or having to uphold a certain level of a facade. Ultimately she gave a polite smile, glancing at her guard once again.


[@BSwizzle]

At the bulky woman's approach, Lady DeVespe was visibly startled as she took a small step backwards. At Barbara's comments, the noble lady's cheeks turned flush, a look of conflicted recognition flashing in her eyes. "Err..." she stammered, clasping her hands together and kneading with anxiety. "I... we... err..." Finally she let out a surrendered sigh, smiling politely at Barbara, cheeks no less flushed. "T-thank you... Barbara, for your... errm--invitation. I will--I will consider it..." Lady DeVespe awkwardly cleared her throat, giving the woman an embarrassed smile.


[@Grade]

Lady DeVespe's guard suddenly stumbled toward Barbara, his arm flailing weakly at the sturdy woman, knocking her lightly on the shoulder. The man looked at his arm, confused, then at Barbara, and then his lady. "Uh... sorry," he muttered to the woman, before stepping back towards the taffrail and examining it for suspicious signs of how his arm just took a swing on its own.

Lady DeVespe was confused at this as well, stroking her eyebrow with a finger and glancing at her guard, before looking back to Barbara cluelessly.


[@Remuri]

The ronin's search for a merchant soon brought him back to the quartermaster who handled his room exchange request. The man looked up at him, slight irritation returning to his expression. "You again? What is it now? Don't tell me you want your room back."

When he realized Nanashi was looking to buy arrows, his impatience turned to slight intrigue. "Well, yes, I can provide you with arrows, given you have the funds to pay for them." A smugness flashed through his eyes before his business-like demeanor returned. "How many arrows are you looking for? I can provide..." He looked to his supplies, taking a handful of standard wooden arrows from a tray. "...ten for four gold pieces." He handed Nanashi a single arrow for inspection. "Or if you would like to purchase in bulk, fourty for fourteen gold pieces." A hand idly stroked his short curly mustache as he waited for Nanashi's reply.

When the quartermaster realized that Nanashi was looking for a special type of arrow that would only fit his bow, his interested expression faded, replaced with his typical scowl. "We don't have that type of thing."