A ship is safe in harbor,
She watched the pair peruse the ship, admiring the way Astaroth seemed totally unaffected by the twisting maneuvers of the schooner and Catalina appeared intent on extracting the most menial of information from the crew. It had been a pleasant surprise that the Ancient had been willing to join her for the grueling administrative task, but she wondered if he would ask something in return, the possibilities already shifting through her mind. And the redhead? Thal hadn't quite figured her out. Nobody was that disgustingly positive. Was she hiding something?
Astaroth's greeting was met with a mirrored fanged grin. The term was starting to grow on her after their shared experiences (meaning she didn't immediately flinch) and she found herself grateful for his input. Yet when she turned to Catalina, her expression turned cold, granting the woman a nod of acknowledgement before they all approached the candidates. Thal didn't bother to ask names, letting the others question the four sailors so she could observe their mannerisms.
The first candidate, an eager middle-aged man with a scruffy beard and exuberant hand motions, took the first show of attention as a cue to start rambling about himself. According to his choppy sailor speech, he grew up in the Draig, fighting dragons at the age of two, having to survive on his own by hiking up a snowy hill in every direction to gather three whole berries that were enough to tide him over until he escaped the mountain range. He then sailed around the entire world on a raft that he built himself, with nothing but a molten pineapple for company. Any questioning of his history's validity were immediately met with a 'scar of proof'. Although his words were scattered, he was surprisingly able to answer all questions regarding the ship's structure and machinations.
The second candidate was a tall stiff woman with short-cropped hair and a blank expression. Her outfit didn't fit the nautical setting, a heavy set of silver armor covering all except her head. Each answer was concise and devoid of emotion. The only history she was willing to provide was that her father had been a captain before she'd left to join the army, however, her knowledge of the ship and it's functions supported her claim.
The third candidate was a short, rotund man with an oily grin that matched his slick hair. His hands flipped a gold coin and he sneered at every question, throwing it back in their face. He especially enjoyed admiring Astaroth's fancy clothing. The man had come with high recommendations from a local guild, attesting to his 'motivations'. His knowledge of the ship was rudimentary, but his hungry gaze seemed to take everything in.
The fourth candidate, a lanky young man that somehow looked too tall and too small simultaneously, was like a phantom, pale with grey hair that wisped in the wind. He answered each question with soft whisper and an air of mystery, giving vague answers of growing up in Torchline and how he got his experience of ships. Somehow, his sailing knowledge was the best out of the four, able to answer the most obscure of questions.
Once the initial interviews had been completed, Thal summoned Astaroth and Catalina to follow her up to the quarter deck by the wheel. As the salty ocean spray pushed her hair over her horns and grabbed at her cloak to display the plethora of weapons hidden beneath, she leaned against the railing. "What do you think? Anyone you want to immediately eliminate?" The final word rang like a threat, but her face remained stoic, considering her assistants' opinions without giving away her intentions.
Round 2: Pick one candidate (1, 2, 3, or 4) to eliminate (you don't have to agree). No posting order!
Astaroth's greeting was met with a mirrored fanged grin. The term was starting to grow on her after their shared experiences (meaning she didn't immediately flinch) and she found herself grateful for his input. Yet when she turned to Catalina, her expression turned cold, granting the woman a nod of acknowledgement before they all approached the candidates. Thal didn't bother to ask names, letting the others question the four sailors so she could observe their mannerisms.
The first candidate, an eager middle-aged man with a scruffy beard and exuberant hand motions, took the first show of attention as a cue to start rambling about himself. According to his choppy sailor speech, he grew up in the Draig, fighting dragons at the age of two, having to survive on his own by hiking up a snowy hill in every direction to gather three whole berries that were enough to tide him over until he escaped the mountain range. He then sailed around the entire world on a raft that he built himself, with nothing but a molten pineapple for company. Any questioning of his history's validity were immediately met with a 'scar of proof'. Although his words were scattered, he was surprisingly able to answer all questions regarding the ship's structure and machinations.
The second candidate was a tall stiff woman with short-cropped hair and a blank expression. Her outfit didn't fit the nautical setting, a heavy set of silver armor covering all except her head. Each answer was concise and devoid of emotion. The only history she was willing to provide was that her father had been a captain before she'd left to join the army, however, her knowledge of the ship and it's functions supported her claim.
The third candidate was a short, rotund man with an oily grin that matched his slick hair. His hands flipped a gold coin and he sneered at every question, throwing it back in their face. He especially enjoyed admiring Astaroth's fancy clothing. The man had come with high recommendations from a local guild, attesting to his 'motivations'. His knowledge of the ship was rudimentary, but his hungry gaze seemed to take everything in.
The fourth candidate, a lanky young man that somehow looked too tall and too small simultaneously, was like a phantom, pale with grey hair that wisped in the wind. He answered each question with soft whisper and an air of mystery, giving vague answers of growing up in Torchline and how he got his experience of ships. Somehow, his sailing knowledge was the best out of the four, able to answer the most obscure of questions.
Once the initial interviews had been completed, Thal summoned Astaroth and Catalina to follow her up to the quarter deck by the wheel. As the salty ocean spray pushed her hair over her horns and grabbed at her cloak to display the plethora of weapons hidden beneath, she leaned against the railing. "What do you think? Anyone you want to immediately eliminate?" The final word rang like a threat, but her face remained stoic, considering her assistants' opinions without giving away her intentions.
Round 2: Pick one candidate (1, 2, 3, or 4) to eliminate (you don't have to agree). No posting order!
Thalassa
but that's not what ships are built for.
