[img]https://i.imgur.com/q9Hq2SQ.png[/img] [color=gray] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/mApeJL0.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/rUzyFdp.png[/img] [color=ee82ed]Race:[/color] Silver-Wolf Shifter [color=ee82ed]Class:[/color] Arcane Mystic [color=ee82ed]Location:[/color] Bar [color=ee82ed]Interactions:[/color] : [@princess] Phia [oso] Bastion [@Funnyguy] Malik (Miris) [@Lava alckon] [@tae] Meiyu [color=ee82ed]Mentions: [/color] Corin[@potter] Arya/Stella [@DWGjay] Tommy [@Apex Sunburn] Scratch and Val [color=ee82ed]Equipment:[/color] [hider=Equipment List] 🐾 Special Magic Item: A magically enchanted Haori garb of snow🐾white fabric made of a mix of various creature materials and what few rare magic crystals scrounged. It enables the haori’s internal temperature to be adjusted to keep the user at the optimal temperature within a feasible degree and minor elemental resistance of the basic 4 elements imbued. 🐾Oruna tribal moon bracelet: a charm bracelet made in pairs, sharing a deep bond. Those of the tribe share them with a close friend, cherished family member, or lifemate who holds a fanged tooth, one for each of those most trusted and loved. 🐾Small pouch holding emergency dried meat and any fresh fruit picked 🐾Small pouch of freshwater 🐾Sewing kit 🐾Small tool kit 🐾Small gold pouch 🐾A partially started personal journal 🐾A personal dear drawing hidden on his person 🐾Dark Crystal Shard-left Eye 🐾 Knitted fish hat gifted by Bastion [/hider] [color=ee82ed]Attire:[/color] [color=ee82ed]Gold Balance:[/color] 47 [color=ee82ed]Injuries:[/color] [img]https://i.imgur.com/q9Hq2SQ.png[/img][/center] The trek to meet at the ship had been a quiet one; now refreshed and with a warm meal that improved their dour moods, his in particular. With Phia at his side, the wolf moved, carrying a few boxes with simple meat dishes and sides of veggies and baked potatoes held in his left hand and a small sack filled with fresh fruits he brought along the way as light snacks for the group held gently in his right hand. At times he checked on Arya and Tommy, keeping an eye out against any dangerous individuals as Tommy still seemed a bit shaken by the bath, though sweet Phia and Lady Arya ensured nothing but warm and kind comfort. Concern etched his eye, with guilt still lingering in his wake, and he had made a mental promise to talk with the scarred little one to make amends for his rashness in pressuring him. It was not long before they had reached the port where their ship was waiting for them. A look of disdainful disgust appeared upon laying his eye on the rickety old rust bucket of a boat Prince Dane had so kindly offered the group, and he could only imagine the young prince laughing at them with this one last gift of insult. The Mercy, A pitiful thing that looked ready to break apart from a light breeze, let alone any potential storm. A mercy they would even manage to set off, let alone reach the island, much to his disappointment with a shake of the head, though hardly unexpected; these pirates couldn’t be bothered to risk any of their actual ships. A flick of his ears, a twitch of the nose revealed faint sounds of footsteps from within, signs there was someone on the ship, but Beckett and his two cling-on stooges pulled his attention. A soft scowling glower aimed at the despicably crude pirate as he spoke with a relishing mocking undertone and casual insults aimed at them. These hateful sorts held no such modicum of respect or manners, and they wanted nothing more than to be free of them and be on their way. And so opted to ignore them as he could, for any words would be wasted and be met with laughter. A large box set by them was peculiar; the sounds of something shifting and moving around, almost as if it were afraid. A most unsettling and disturbing thought, and questions answered upon having the box tipped open to reveal a rather pitiful and sad-looking goblin who stood before them in naught but dirty rags. His brows furrowed in a mix of anger and pity at these pirates' continued demonstrations of cruelty. Was this goblin meant to be their guide? And to have him shoved and lugged around in a box- such unnecessarily harsh treatment. Such a thing neither he nor any of the Oruna tribe would stand for; such mistreatment of an individual, and sweet Phia expectedly showed her pouting distaste of the whole debacle. A sentiment Menzai easily shared. Then his ears flicked to the sound of wooden creaking, and he saw Bastion approach Trin, his metallic size proving too intimidating as the goblin tripped and fumbled in a small fit of panicked fumble. His brow raised at the warforged's attempt at comforting the small, trembling mustached creature with a promise not to pulverize his bones. An odd sort of manner to ease Trin’s shaky fear of them. Within seconds, sweet Phia had joined Bastion, trying to reassure Trin as well, only to add assurance to Bastion of keeping his bones together. A wary sigh and a slight huff of amusement at their unorthodox attempts at comfort. Menzai approached slowly, stopping two steps further than his friends, not wishing to crowd the terrified goblin and risk another frightened jump scare.” [color=ee82ed]Be at rest, Trin; no harm shall befall you or your bones long as you are with us, assuming you give us no reason to distrust you. And there will certainly be no more box transport for you.[/color]” A snarling glare directed at the pirates then shook his head as he shifted his hands to reach and procure an apple from the sack of fruits and held it out to Phia.” [color=ee82ed]Here, sweet Phia; perhaps offering him something to eat may help. He must be quite hungry after being stuck and cramped in his horrid transport.[/color]” Better to let her handle things with Trin, with her more kind and delicate approach for now. And with the mention of hungry, Menzai stepped his way over to Malik, offering him one of the meal box trays.”[color=ee82ed] Here, Sir Malik. I thought it best that we all ate and kept our strength up; we will need everyone at their best against the island’s unknown danger.[/color]” A slight strain in his calm demeanor, still displeased by the tanned elf, but they needed to work together and hoped this was a start that they could get along, while he still had some things to say to the man. Next, he would make towards Corin, offering him a tray as well.” [color=ee82ed]Sir Corin, for you. And my thanks for your kindness towards sweet Phia. May we work together to deal with the island….and these pirates if the chance arises.[/color]” Whispering the last bit for the gem knight’s ears only. Menzai gave a light bow of his head, then moved on, offering Lady Meiyu a boxed meal; whether she chose to accept it or not, it did not matter.” [color=ee82ed]And for you, Lady Meiyu. Your presence here is appreciated even if you had little reason for doing so.[/color]” Said with a light bow of his head. Just then, the sound of a screaming child pulled his attention towards the ship that nearly made him motion to jump into action, thinking a child was in danger. Only to halt quickly in his step upon seeing the male dark-elf nearby the little girl, who appeared freaked out about something dead on her feet. A testing sniff gave him the unpleasant scent of dead pests; relief settled him to see the girl was in no harm, though the fact she was here within a pirate’s den did not sit well. Satisfied, though felt pity for the poor girl having to handle dirty things. Figures, this rusty ship had pest infestations. Menzai rummaged for another apple and held it up for the dark elf to see before attempting to toss it over to him with a nod. Studying the two newcomers waiting on the ship with a curious eye. Had they been survivors from the ship as well? He pondered as he waited for the group to make their way off, and the sooner they got away from these wretched pirates, the better. Though it gave him little comfort having to travel aboard such a paltry offering of mercy. [/color]