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[color=8a0303][b]Time:[/b][/color] Morning
[color=8a0303][b]Location:[/b][/color] Port Vanarosa
[color=8a0303][b]Mention(s):[/b][/color] Tanithil [@Lava Alckon], Ismael [@Th3King0fChaos]
[color=8a0303][b]Interaction(s):[/b][/color] Captain Drosis [@Blizz], Amisra [@Tae]
[hider=Equipment] Two [url=https://i.imgur.com/2JKnP1O.png]short swords[/url], two (concealed) [url=https://i.imgur.com/25iypLP.jpg]daggers[/url], two [url=https://i.imgur.com/7wXI3ik.jpg]pistols[/url], 400 amas.[/hider]
[/cell][/row][/table]Ever since their crew had been left in charge of a human, Arlen was both thrilled and fascinated. A grand mission, a new adventure, unknown dangers! It was [i]exhilarating[/i].

Since a week ago, a fresh sparkle had entered his ruby eyes. He was even more high-energy than usual, pestering his captain, his crewmates, but [i]especially[/i] their shiny new resident human.

They were supposed to prepare, protect, and hide him until he was fit enough to help them overthrow Zanithel.

Thankfully, their human Ismael seemed up to the task.

When the elf had first seen him, he was admittedly surprised.

He had had [i]no idea[/i] that humans could grow so tall!

They tested him, and Ismael proved his size wasn’t just for looks. In physical combat, the human held up well against himself and even Amisra. Often, he and the dark elven princess teamed up. They kept Ismael in shape, and brushed up his skills. At least for Arlen, though, he felt he was able to learn from the human, too. Some of it was useful, like combat techniques. Some of it was for pure curiosity’s sake, like trivia about Earth.

Discovering that Ismael had been a soldier, and knew how to handle firearms was a treat. Though he was very possessive of his darlings, Arlen conceded to lending him one of his pistols for a few days, just so the man could get comfortable with the flintlock mechanism. Because apparently, on Earth that was practically considered antique.

Once or twice, he had dropped on the man’s magic lessons with Tanithil. It was intriguing to witness the mythical elemental magic first hand. That, and Tani was genuinely a good teacher. Seeing him in his element was always exciting.

Today, they were finally mooring Saltrunner at one of Port Vanarosa’s many docks.

As soon as they did, they assembled to receive their orders. Perched on a railing, legs swinging, Arlen pouted at his assignment. Sure, smuggling was right up his ally. But the inescapable inventorying part of it? Urgh.

Still, he gave a cheeky two-finger salute, touching his index and middle fingers to his forehead, then flicking them off. [color=af002a]“Gotcha, cap’n~”[/color] he affirmed, and pushed himself off onto the deck, getting to work.

He already had his eyes on a few mates he knew would help him out with sorting the cargo and money in exchange for [i]a little something[/i].

When Amisra found him, he was at the treasure hold; a small office kept under lock and key, guarded, and with some other security measures to boot. 

[color=af002a]“Aw, miss me already? Knew ya couldn’t make it without me,”[/color] he joked, grinning when she made her appearance. He smirked at her flirtations; Amisra always obliged going along with him, just for the fun of it. [color=af002a]“Wouldn’t be this sweltering if ya weren’t so hot, honey,”[/color] he countered.

At the offer for help, Arlen faux swooned. [color=af002a]“My savior!”[/color] He gasped, laying a palm on his sternum. He swayed as if short of breath, but caught himself on a nearby table, and made eyes at Amisra. [color=af002a]“Oooh, my,”[/color] he fanned himself. [color=af002a]“Thy sin be temptation; my heart’s all a-flutter,”[/color] he fluttered his eyelashes as if to demonstrate.

But he quit the act as he couldn’t restrain the laughter anymore, and broke out in a light cackle at the silliness. 

[color=af002a]“Seriously, though, yeah,”[/color] he said when he’d calmed down. [color=af002a]“I’ve got a few on the rest o’ the cargo.”[/color] He’d set them to catalogue and compile for sell-off their other spoils, such as silk, alcohol, and smoking goods. [color=af002a]“But go through these with me?”[/color] he gestured at a couple of small wooden boxes where the more expensive (stolen) trinkets had been stashed. 

He’d already counted up the gold; that was easy enough as the captain had excellent organizations. Various necklaces, pendants, rings, timetellers, memory glasses, and such always took longer to examine though. Couldn’t get a good price if you didn’t have an estimation of their value, after all.

When they were done, and had each picked the items they’d drop off in town, Arlen turned to Amisra with a renewed smirk. [color=af002a]“So-o,”[/color] he prompted. [color=af002a]“Drink…or bed, was it?”[/color] he gave her an appreciative look up and down. [color=af002a]“Ya know I’m always [i]up[/i] for some one-on-one time,”[/color] he purred. [color=af002a]“Bu-ut, I think [i]Tani[/i]’s gunna get lonely if we’re away too long, eh?”[/color] as he emphasized the other dark elf’s name, mischief shone in his gaze.

[hider=TLDR]Per the captain's orders, Arlen deals with the money and cargo. When Amisra joins him, he flirts back, accepts her help, then suggests they go to town too, teasing her about Tanithil.[/hider][/color]