Cuon takes ahold of the maps, "These are right up my alley. I can use some of the shipboard time to study them and will welcome anyone else interested in paying attention to what they have to say. I shall not greedily husband them." He nonetheless absently begins to unfurl one and awkwardly gaze upon it in the middle of the doorway.
Vikent, amused by his companions questions, smirks to himself. He is a man of deeds, and while sharp of mind, is also quick to action. "Come, my friends, let us not dally overly long. We have roads to ride, seas to sail, and bold deeds to do. Our good sir has no doubt a hundred other things to do today."
He doesn't leave, however, as he knows that they haven't yet been dismissed.
"Very good. The crusade demands that this imbalance be corrected. We have been brought together by fate to do this task for the Great Crusade. Let us be about our task."
Argos readies to follow the party outside once they are dismissed.
The sometimes chaotic nature of the seas worried Argos, but he had faith that he would be carried to safety in order to advance the message of the Crimson Crusade. With the barest of hesitation Argos makes his way on to the ship, prepared to set sail.
You get to the docks and see a twin masted warship with a 120 foot keel, 20 feet in width, a ballista mounted on the graceful bow, two astern, sleek lines, a fine mahogany railing with posts that looked like ornate columns, a hardened walnut bowsprit, and a main deck of stained oak. On the side of the ship in gold lettering is the name Perechon.
On the deck you see a woman shouting orders and the crew. She is tall, lithe with ebony skin, eyes and curling hair the shade of midnight, and had golden earrings that nearly hang to her shoulders.
Cuon looks to Tethys. He seems to have taken point as the leader of this band of initiates and would rather he made first contact with the captain, anyway. He pats the maps rolled up into a container at his side, eager to get settled on board and spend some time reviewing them.
Tethys will approach the woman, assuming that she is the captain, saying, "Well met, I am Tethys, and we have come under the orders of the High Justice. We were told that you would grant us passage to Quantas?"
"Aye, I'm to take you there and back, but I'm not fighting your battles for you. We will be ready if you need a quick escape though. The name is Maquesta, well met indeed." She replied.
Cuon, not far from Tethys, nods and adds his name, "Cuon." He looks around, "Should we be below during departure? Or will we be in the way if we're on deck?"
"You'll be fine either place. Roderick can show you to your quarters if you like. Separate rooms for each." She says pointing to a short, bent backed old man.
"I've never been on such a magnificent ship!" Kicsi exclaims as she runs to join the others on deck. Circling in place as she takes in the sights her gaze falls upon Maquesta and she quickly introduces herself, "Kicsi Leszúr, my good Captian! Many thanks for helping us along in our journey."
Vikent bounds aboard and greets Maquesta. "I'm Vikent, well met!" He nods to Roderick and hefts his pack. "I would like to stow this, my good man. Lead on!"