07-13-2016, 12:46 AM
Coming up from below decks a savar in a green and white dress looks over the railings, watching the Drael'Thalan descent the gangplank. With an annoyed twist to her mouth she glances back behind her into the ships depths before shaking her head once and stepping forwards, descending from the ship to dry land. A tan bag with the telltale markings of a physician hang at her side and her paws are covered in tan gloves. As she passes by one of the lanterns casting light into the night her features show plainly, the jaguar coloring slightly faded and marred, her fur matted in places on her head yet eyes clearly moving over everything that lies around her.
"Corvus!" She shouts softly. "Corvus have we reached the Continent? I have need of medical supplies, we are beginning to run low. Even more so if you still insist on this fool's errand on Melinda."
"Corvus!" She shouts softly. "Corvus have we reached the Continent? I have need of medical supplies, we are beginning to run low. Even more so if you still insist on this fool's errand on Melinda."