[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Alusq]

Renata took a moment to formulate a reply: she hadn't expected that the first person she'd approach would be the leader of the expedition himself. She'd expected someone hired by the Church to look a little more proper, but to her any hint of lower standards was welcome. "Quite," she murmured with a nod in bewildered reaction to the stream of noises that had come from Apollonia's mouth. Renata had understood less than half of the words. "I am a traveling mercenary," she said to Wratt as her eyes took a pass over the docked vessel. Her gaze rested on a couple of stevedores hauling supplies onto the ship, trying their best to pretend they were taking a circuitous route around the deck for any other reason than to avoid bumping into the borderline-drunk mage who seemed to have made herself quite at home on the ship already.

Again, Renata's attention returned to Wratt. "The Dread Isle? I've already offered my sword to such an expedition. Is the ship already preparing to set off?" It was almost a lie: although Renata had made clear her intent to join the mercenaries, she hadn't yet made any sort of contract... then again, she could scarcely imagine the crew of this ship caring all that much for such a formality. Whatever the case, she'd decided she would not be turned away from this opportunity.