If Verdant had any inkling that someone's recognizing her, she would've made it a priority to murder the unfortunate bastard. For better or worse, however, she had no idea. Instead her attention was focused on the nobleman that climbed into the ship with much fanfare, inwardly groaning at the added attention on this ship. Thankfully the idiot didn't bring any guard, only a single page that looked like he'd rather be anywhere else. If she ever decided to poison everyone aboard there wouldn't be many that could possibly gut her before they keeled over.

Good enough, as far as contingencies went.

As the ship sailed, the serpent slowly lose the tension on the back of her neck. She lingered on the deck for a moment still, until the ship picked up enough speed that it's unlikely to suddenly stop and turn without giving her time to notice and act (and to give the highborn prick enough time to disappear into his cabin, else she may suddenly find her fingers itchy for the nearest sharp object).

Trotting lightly toward the stairs, Verdant vanished into the bowel of the ship before claiming one of the still empty hammock - her luggage lying on her belly. She's not risking any sticky fingers accidentally discovering the content, nope! As for speaking with the other passengers? She's got better things to do. Such as a nap. A long nap. Two days of sleepless travel can took some toll on a woman after all.

[@Dark Cloud]