Thread:Orion's Dagger/@comment-24852191-20180213003246/@comment-5647250-20180214035511

(After some time, a tall, regal, dark-skinned woman in a white robe and white mask steps out from the shadows; a stack of parchments in her hand.)

Christen: You boys do know there are more ships right? You're gonna have to get the names of all of them, and there inhabitants. Its gonna be a long...(counts fingers on her hand) Weekend or so of constantly walking about reading people, writing it all down. Don't forget to take a break sometimes 'kay?

Attitulo: We will.

Moniker: You can count on me.

Christen: No I can't. I'm gonna take a look around, haven't been out of the library in months.

Moniker: Years.

Christen: Alright, years. This ship seems pretty interesting, so I'll be around, alright?

Attitulo: You...should be fine. It seems we're not the strangest thing these men have dealt with.

Christen: Ooh, intriguing...(she walks off elsewhere in the ship)