Captain Lynx Dilancri

Short Round Trip

Standing just over seven feet in height, the Kaldorei made his Captain look like a child. They were certainly an interesting pair on the officer's deck of The Mistrunner II. "Mind the keel, eh," Captain Lynx spoke above the steady winds towards the helmsman, eyes not wavering from the rocks jutting out of the waters in the distance. Her First closely monitored beside the binnacle, a ever watchful eye of their new crew working alongside their more familiar crew.

They made good time from Boralus to Rustberg. Lynx Dilancri knew these waters and these winds well enough to plan a favorable route while still testing the efficiency of her crew. After they passed through the rougher seas, the captain stepped to the helm. "She'll warm up to you," Lynx said and gently tapped on the man's hand.

Though the harbor and adjacent village were smaller than she remembered, Lynx was still glad to be somewhere else. A flyer near the dockmaster's office mentioned a tavern with a special menu just down the road and she didn't want to miss what might be a good chance at a unique new brew. Some of the ships in harbor were familiar to her and she quietly hoped she'd run into a few friendly faces.

What she had not been prepared for was elves. Many elves. Mostly those looking similar to the high elves, but also one of those Shal'dorei she heard about. Getting to see one up close was fascinating, though she did her best to play it cool and keep her airs up. Lynx nearly lost it when a monstrosity of a Sin'dorei walked in and looked over everyone; he had to be security. Sure enough there were other sailors there she recognized, though none the captain was familiar enough with to know by name. Not until she saw Vanalion, that is; that half breed looked a lot better maintained when not behind bars, and they both made that sentiment clear with snarky grins.

As the tavern dwindled down to mostly night crew the two said goodbye. Lynx returned to her cabin of The Mistrunner II after grabbing a few apples from the mess. Her crew seemed to be getting along well and she was glad to be back in the game.