"Got ourselves a welcome party at the dock," he shouted to everyone."I don't know if they're friendly or not."
Kialla jumped to her feet with a start as Adrian's call carried across the deck from the command console. She turned, looking out across the water towards the growing docks. The elven huntress came pelting out from the hold only a moment later. It was difficult to tell between pedestrian and the 'company' that Adrian had mentioned from this distance, but Bryah's voice confirmed it.
Suddenly getting off the boat didn't sound like such a wonderful thing. Facing off an elven war-party on the small confines of the boat...particularly while bogged by either injury or exhaustion didn't hold them in favor. While true, they had survived escaping an army, the draenei felt that this might be pushing their luck. She could only pray the Light was still holding them in favor.
Kialla turned from the railing, intent on retrieving her weapons - only to be surprised by the undeathly figure of Sydric bolting right to the front of the boat, nearly knocking her over the railing in the process He barely even seemed to notice or care.
'Damn fel-ridden elf! Why don't you throw yourself over while you-'
The vindicator's thought as she clamped a hand against the metal rail was quickly interrupted as she heard the deathknight's murmuring. Had her skin not already been naturally pale as it was, she surely would have flushed white as the snow they'd been in just three weeks earlier.
She'd known they lusted after such...cruel activities, but never had she been around a deathknight that was deprived and craving as Sydric was. She watched him as the undead elf seemed to be nearly trembling in anticipation. It was very unnerving, and she found herself glancing around for Sandara, wondering if she too was pushed to this point.
Deciding not to test either one, she pushed herself off the railing and headed down to the hold where the rest of her belongings lay. Her greaves and Zherami's shield were next to useless, but the rest of her armor were intact enough for use. She began securing the remaining plated pieces onto herself. There was a fight coming, friendly or not, one look at Sydric told her that.
The burly figure of Nathaniel Conant leaned against the wall of the tavern, his eyes fixed on the impressive looking elven war-party. Though it was small, he knew the deadly precision and agility they possessed. Still, something struck it as odd that the elves would stand so in the open. Much of his experience told him they preferred otherwise, to simply ambush their targets unaware, and usually with arrows from a distance.
The voice brought the older paladin from his trance. He turned to see one of his squadron approaching. One of the younger fighters, Belwar walked up next to the major, glancing over at the elven party. His eyes widened at the sight, having never seen an actual war-party himself.
A grin spread across Conant's face as he recognized the awed look in Belwar's eyes. "You stare as if you have never seen an elf before."
Belwar's face split into a grin, his gaze flashing briefly to Nathaniel before settling back upon the elves. "I have, yet, not in such a fashion before. What do you suppose they are doing?"
"Up yonder. My guess is they are waiting for that boat to land." The paladin replied, gesturing up at the approaching silhouette of the flying vessel.
"You don't suppose that's the the ship from the rumors, do you?" Belwar's eyes narrowed as he asked.
Conant merely shrugged. "It could be, though I'd have suspected a more subtle approach would have been used to subdue them. But -" He paused, thinking over the situation. "I'm not an elf." He said at length, looking down at the younger warrior. "Tell the others to meet up here, with their gear. It looks as though our elven friends are expecting a fight of some sort. We should be ready as well, should they be in need of our assistance."
Nodding, Belwar scurried off to inform the other four men in their own party. Conant remained where he was, arms folded across his chest as he observed the scene opening up before him. He did indeed wonder if this was the ship belonging to the assassins... it all seemed a bit strange though. If it was, why had he not been informed?