Hmmm, this could be tricky, Jade thought. She scanned the room, and counting herself, there were eight people - no, seven, that odd man with the bandages covering his face had swiftly left the cabin almost as soon as she sat down. Jade’s eyes narrowed. The rest of her shipmates, save for steely-eyed woman whom everyone else seemed to referring to as “Alexis” and the fiery one who led her onboard, were all male, or at least appeared to be. A small detail, but one that might prove important later on. Meanwhile, the lot were busy conversing over who would be the new captain. Jade considered for a bit, but ultimately decided to stay out of this conversation, at least for now.
Probably better to use the time to study, and with that thought, Jade let her eyes wander about the room, and they fell on the strange armored being who had begun the conference. He seemed to have some semblance of command, perhaps he owned the ship? Either way, he didn’t seem to be making much contributions to the talking, so Jade’s eyes flicked to the next one, a hooded fellow who was apparently a Caelin, according to another man who looked as if he had knives coming out of his arms.
After analyzing the hooded man for a bit she turned her attention to the rest of the crew. These are the trickier ones, especially the remaining three.
First on the list was the aforementioned older weapon-handed man, “Rook” or “Count Coal” as the others called him, whose hair and beard were grizzled and scraggly. But based on the conversation the rest were having, he seemed to have experience with this type of job. Note to self: make sure never to shake hands with him.
Next, there was a younger man, who had a cane and wore white gloves. Curiously, he had an X-shaped scar located on his left cheek, as well as a heavy black coat. He looked quite suspicious, but then that wasn’t anything new. Odd, but then I don’t suppose anyone on this crew would qualify as “normal”.
The final person Jade had yet to look over besides the one who had left was another younger man, but he looked much more dangerous than the rest. Or rather, because of his look. Scrutinizing and critical, Jade very much doubted he - or really, anyone else on this barge - was a slouch at combat.
She looked him over again. Like the man with the white gloves, he also carried a cane, but in a sheath at his side she noticed a rapier, and it was highly likely it wasn’t just there for show. His clothing appeared very fine, navy-style, but rather interestingly his entire left arm was enshrouded in a short cape, completely obscuring it from ocular view.
Interesting. It seems they’ve all got something to hide, Jade thought, smoothing her cloak slightly and leaning back, her face remaining in a neutral expression.
Though I’m not quite a stranger to that sort of mindset.