Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24431359-20160502122121/@comment-24431359-20160502141647

An ominous air caressed Levant's face as he trudged through the sands of the beach. Looking around, the Templar's attention locked onto the beached ship at the other end of the shore. Considering the ship's condition, it can still be explored. Levant's heart beat fastened at the thought of documents containing sensitive information, or at least the lost treasures that he can share with his ship crew and the oprhanage back at Lescatie. However, as it is rewarding, it is also risky.

"Are you thinking of approaching that beached ship, Levant?" Brunhilde asks, earning her a stern nod from the Templar. Without wasting time, Levant turns to his crew.

"Alright, half of you set up the magic wards and the camp. The other half stay on the ship to either fire broadside or escape during an enemy attack. Let's get started!" At his command, the crew quickly obeyed.

Levant's attention, however, was then caught by the crewmember tending the anchor. Looking at his physique, the young sailor would make a fine alarm starter. Thus, the Templar calls for the dark haired, blue eyed sailor.

"Hey, you, boy! I have a command for you. Would you be kind enough to listen for a few seconds?"

As Levant talked, Brunhilde can't help but feel like they're being watched from somewhere...

(Note: Ochi, your OC is the one called out to, by the way.)