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Once the drink was bought, the small group of men headed back towards the ship. "There's Skye now," Lyulfe pointed at the half-elf standing next to Rong Er. The were discussing something to eachother, and Skye was examining something around the human's neck with an impish smile. "Oh... excuse me for a moment," Lyulfe said to Cal with a quick inclination of his head before walking over behind Skye.
Skye suddenly felt somebody pull gently on her long braid, swinging her head back so it looked directly up into Lyulfe's amused eyes. "What's all this?" he asked her with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh, hallo Lyulfe. You know, I'm going to get an awful crick in my neck if you don't let go." he relinquished his hold and she moved her head from side to side. "That's better! Now what do you mean, 'what's all this?' I'm just having a nice conversation with Rong Er," she gestured towards her companion.
"At the moment, but you were planning something in that head of yours. I can always tell when you're up to mischief," Lyulfe looked at her warningly. At that moment angry yells and shouts were heard from the ship, and they all looked towards the sailors standing on the deck, gathered around a rope.
Skye hastily pulled on Rong Er's sleeve and led them away from the group, towards the other side of the ship. "It was nice to bump into you again Lyulfe, we'll catch up with each other onboard, alright?" she called cheerfully and waved her hand, still hurrying away from them.
Lyulfe sighed and put a hand to his face. "Well, that was Skye," he said, gesturing with his other hand towards her disappearing back. "I don't suppose you want to go on a voyage anywhere?" he asked Cal, while they walked onto the ship.
"What seems to be the problem Captain?" he addressed the angered man who was heading towards his cabin. "There seems to be a disagreement of sorts."
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