Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24431359-20160502122121/@comment-24431359-20160502151239

"Listen. As you can see, Brunhilde and I are planning to make a small expedition unit to send towards the beached ship on the other end of the shore. However, considering the number of men set for the camp and ship, I have no choice to do the ship exploration mano-a-mano." Levant whispered to the young sailor, with the Templar's eyes giving off an excited, golden glow which made the dark haired sailor rather uncomfortable.

"And thus, the plan falls into this; I'm going into the ship for to salvage whatever document, treasure maps, or whatever it may have left inside. Brunhilde is going to stand guard outside the beached ship, and you are going to stay with her as the alarm starter. Or to put it bluntly, kid, when an enemy approaches the beached ship, your job is to light the signal fire and run like an olympic athlete towards the camp screaming that an attack has occured. If we could get out of this...un-raped, then you have my word of gaining 15% increase on your payment for this voyage. We have a deal?" The Templar says as he reaches out his right hand to the sailor. Meanwhile, the camp has finished the set-up for the shield, and the sailors are already pitching tents and setting the supplies.

Unknown to them, however, are the eyes locking onto the unsuspecting Templar, and his Sailor companion. The eyes ignored the Valkyrie, for some reason.