It was in the middle of the night, stars blanketing the skies with a few puffs of clouds that obscured the moon from up above as a calm sea was graced with presence of a pleasant looking passenger vessel. The ship was on the voyage to a land that had had once been considered a fable, a place filled with danger, riches, and unexplored regions ripe for the would be adventurer. On the vessel, a few unsavory looking characters along with a skeleton like crew of workers that held the ship together during the moonlit hours. Many that didn't work were those seeking fortune, others were scientists, sent by different nations to see if the land was habitable, and some where mercenaries sent to make sure the voyagers stayed in line and didn't get themselves killed on such a trip. Either way, the ship was weeks before landing on the sought after shore and whether they liked it or not, they had to share the space. As far as the ship went, it was a decent sized vessel, able to house 30 crew men, the captain, and 40 other guests comfortably. It had 3 decks, the lower deck meant for housing and eating, the middle deck meant for entertainment for the crew and the guests, and the higher deck meant to maintain the ship. The middle deck contained the barracks, brig, dining hall and cargo holds. The barracks, though small were rather cozy, holding 4 bunks for the crewmen. The brig, more or less a large cage situated in the back was held by three locks and sealed down to the inner workings of the ship with metal bolts, thick rope, and an incantation or two by a mages of different origin. As for the dining hall, it was rather large but basic in nature. Able to hold 40 people at a time, the most space was taken up by benches and tables made of wood that were very sturdy, able to seat the heartiest of men or beast-men. The middle deck, was the most frequently visited area. Filled with many distractions for the voyagers, it was a place for mingling, bartering, or in many cases, fighting. Meant originally for the crewmen who needed to blow a little steam, there was one area of the middle deck reinforced to provide a place for combat. It made it so any disputes with any man, women, beast-man or otherwise would be settled by a quick brawl. No weapons are allowed and no killing of any opponent. Those who broke the by laws of the ship's arena would be dealt in turn for there transgressions (eye for an eye rule). Out side of the arena, there was the bazzar for any merchants that were aboard that needed to set up shop as well as a few side rooms needed for anyone that was doing research or rituals deemed safe for the passengers. Of the many people aboard, One was awake, wandering the upper deck as the crewmen went about tending to the sails and cleaned the deck. He was a young looking male of beast-man descent. He had brown sunkissed skin, gray and white hair that went down to the small of his back, able to somewhat hide the gray wolf ears that showed at the top of his head. His yellow eyes that peered through the star lit night and small fangs that showed from his mouth just slightly, he licking the tips of them occasionally as he thought of the dinner he had some time ago. He wore a black and dark brown jacket, worn from constant use and combat. His shirt underneath a deep blue with gold colored cloth running down the front. His pants were a lighter brown with pockets that ran down the side and a holster for two daggers on he left hip and a Cutlass at his right. He wore bindings on his ankles but left his feet bare, they looking close to paws with claws instead of nails. At the back, a wolf's tail swayed lazily in the breeze as he looked about, He now turning to the crew as he wondered how much longer would he have to drift with these people he was hired to guard, "God if feels like it's been weeks..." he says as he stretches, his hands against the ship's railing as he thought of the coin he was promised for his services, "I'd better get every scent those bastards promised me..." he growled as he looked back up to the sky, able to see a crescent moon shine on the slow moving vessel. His name was Avonin Malbreth, and his job was to lead the guards that had sworn loyalty to the captain back in the dock town Cannabree. Not usually one for doing explorations, he was fresh from a his time at the Royal Navel Academy meant to train sailors enlisted in the high King's Naval Armada. With no signs of war or any disputes with far off countries, Avonin was stationed for this expedition, something he had thought would be exciting, but after 2 weeks, he was hoping for at least some form of action.