[ He says, then he shoves this stupid -- thing -- in some part of this even stupider suit that counts for all he has to wear on this blighted ship. If anything, it makes him feel more awkward than running around nude.
Minor details.
His own broadsword is strapped to his back, hilt coming well up over his shoulder. He carries it easily, a length of metal that looked like it could have been an exceedingly bizarre ironing board at one point, for sheer size and length if nothing else. ]
Serrah Creston?
[ His body posture is relaxed, and he's not as actively frowning as he was before. It's more his guess that this is indeed the woman he's looking for, and the tied uncertainty of what he'll need to do in waiting if she's not.
What's she doing with that string? Oh, he should... manage to frown less in return. His expression goes more neutral. It's good to see someone else so wise as to have weaponry on them.
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[ He says, then he shoves this stupid -- thing -- in some part of this even stupider suit that counts for all he has to wear on this blighted ship. If anything, it makes him feel more awkward than running around nude.
Minor details.
His own broadsword is strapped to his back, hilt coming well up over his shoulder. He carries it easily, a length of metal that looked like it could have been an exceedingly bizarre ironing board at one point, for sheer size and length if nothing else. ]
Serrah Creston?
[ His body posture is relaxed, and he's not as actively frowning as he was before. It's more his guess that this is indeed the woman he's looking for, and the tied uncertainty of what he'll need to do in waiting if she's not.
What's she doing with that string? Oh, he should... manage to frown less in return. His expression goes more neutral. It's good to see someone else so wise as to have weaponry on them.
Carver approves. +10! ]