our sins are washed away
Arching an eyebrow at Melita's response, Saiden couldn't help but smile. "So you're a wanderer and an adventurer then?" Laughing, he gave her an understanding look. "If so, you've come to the right place. We're a fairly accepting lot, so long as you pull your weight." Then he leaned forward and dropped his voice to a whisper. "Some of the boys can get a bit rowdy, but I figure you can handle yourself." He rocked back on his heels, giving her a considering look.
Leaning against one of the bunks, he just watched her as she headed towards one of the farther beds. "Our quartermistress can hang some cloths or something if you'd like some privacy." He scratched the back of his head, glancing at an area that had been cut off by what looked like curtains.
Leaning against one of the bunks, he just watched her as she headed towards one of the farther beds. "Our quartermistress can hang some cloths or something if you'd like some privacy." He scratched the back of his head, glancing at an area that had been cut off by what looked like curtains.
