Oriske clung to the metal skeleton-like rafters of the airship Erica's Doom, trying to keep his breathing quiet. Below him were various lords and their ladies, all going about their business and entirely unaware of the thief who was just above their heads. Erica's Doom was a fine ship, built to please the noblemen and women who had the money to afford such luxuries. Of course, one could be sure that none of the people below him were named Erica. Slowly reaching up, he brushed aside his dark mahogany hair, feeling a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face. Brushing that away as well, he scanned the crowd below him, searching for any signs of the bounty hunter that had been tailing him for the last few months. He hadn't done it, but word got around that he had assassinated someone very high in society. And every time he tried to tell the bounty hunter that, whenever they met, he wouldn't listen. Sighing softly, he straightened the long jacket he was wearing. The people below him must be heading to the various dining rooms in Erica's Doom, as it was nearing dinnertime. Slowly crawling towards a dark corner of the rafters, he waited until no one was looking before dropping down and landing with a quiet thump. Straightening his clothes again, he checked that he looked like a nobleman in one of the mirrors hanging in the hall before joining the crowd, composing himself like a proper young man. It would definitely be difficult stowing away until they reached Liberty City, but once there, he could lose the bounty hunter for quite a long time.