[center] [h3][b][color=00ff00]J'eon the Blacksmith[/color][/b][/h3] [/center]

J'eon sighed, the mightly glen shaking his head slowly. Was this not like what happened in the fifth voyage of the sailor? Perhaps his fellows were right to recommend him to pay a storyteller to hear this tale?

"I, too, would like to avoid needless conflict, Castigator," he says. "So I shall take my leave."

Holding his massive arms in front of him, palms open, he turns with a flick of his tail and heads past the soldiers into the clear air, paying no mind to the bits of animate metal. Hopefully the lesson to be learned would not come at too great a cost.

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[center] [h3][b][color=00ff00]Jack Mallory, X.O.[/color][/b][/h3] [/center]

Things were moving too fast. Why did their scout expose his position? Why did Eva decide to wake up now?

"Captain," Jack says quietly, "Everyone has gotten agitated. I suggest we all go back inside the ship."