[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Andy]

"Since we're all introducing ourselves, I'm Tiras, formerly the squire to the late Sir Adrian Verde of Ostia," the squire introduced himself, though solemnly, with a hint of reticence. He absently rubbed his fingers over the engraved pommel of his sword. He looked at Renata neutrally, before deciding he wouldn't be able to assess her abilities on the sea. Best to wait for the chance once they went scouting. If he were lucky, they could find a way to sabotage their little mission without the blame being tied to either of them. However, he tamped down his expectations, more likely than not, she either can't, or won't, want to, for any number of reasons. And I shouldn't, either. Not if I want to keep being fed, anyway.

He turned his gaze to Lennox and Raye. He felt something of a kindred with Lennox in particular, as well as a form of admiration. He got the feeling the man was a reluctant hero to those he came across. Not necessarily wanting to help, but willing to if an outside force began to antagonize those in front of him. The feelings he had shouted those words with did not sound fake. He sounded like he was trying to deny what he believed. But will that help him deal with those feelings, I wonder?

Tiras returned his gaze to the sea, only to notice the thick fog that blanketed the surface around them. "Elimine, that's thick fog," he muttered, moving for the stairs after Wratt.

The squire beheld a grey horizon, fog even covering the sky. The temperature had dropped, and a chill, moist breeze slapped him in the face as he looked over the railing to realize he couldn't even see the surface of the water from the deck.