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[b][color=0e99ff]Time:[/color][/b] Morning
[b][color=0e99ff]Location:[/color][/b] Port Vanarosa, The Seagull
[b][color=0e99ff]Interactions:[/color][/b] Arlen, Amisra
[b][color=0e99ff]Mentions:[/color][/b] Ismael
[b][color=0e99ff]Equipment: [/color][/b] Sword, ring, and some amas.

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[color=0e99ff]"Good,"[/color] He nodded approvingly. The Captain trusted them both with this. [color=0e99ff]"We can worry about [i]him[/i] when the day comes that we have a reason to. Until then, assume we're being watched the entire day. Sooner or later he'll figure it out, that's a given. But our job's to postpone that until we can't anymore. In the meantime, they'll be learning as much as they can so they aren't helpless when that day [i]does[/i] come, you understand? Ismael and his kind're the chosen ones. They're the future of the world and we're what's stopping them from getting killed before they know which way's up."[/color] 

Come to think of it, Ismael and Tanithil [i]had[/i] been gone for a while now. [color=0e99ff]"Right- Let's find them. I trust Tanithil, but Solaris knows he can't keep out of trouble forever."[/color] The Captain stood up and strode out, expecting them to follow. The crew had been together for years by now, long enough that they remembered actually losing the war. Many of them were a part of it just like Drosis, so they all knew each other like a big, tough family. That family, however, was one that Drosis kept in line through sheer will and his ability to steer the ship- Something no one else aboard the Saltrunner had the privilege of doing, not even a helmsman. 

He walked down the roads of Vanarosa, scanning the area and taking every detail in without the slightest trace of concern on his face. Everything was a piece on a board, a body on a ship. They all had to be considered. Especially now, when any one of these dock workers, guards or "citizens" could be a spy or perhaps a member of a human kill squad. Even professionals didn't let themselves be too confident to do their due diligence. It came naturally with being a pirate who raided ships for a living. 

[color=0e99ff]"Now just [i]where[/i] have they gone and ran off to?"[/color]