Noelle was suppose to be helping care to the wounded, but she had... Other endeavors. All these bodies... Their hearts ripe for the taking. She was only interested in the humans; she didn't care for any elves or beast. She made sure no one threw off a body that she didn't get a heart from, as well as some skin just for some of her other mixtures. But it was mainly the heart she was interested in; it was vital to one of her most lethal poisons after all. After she had a nice box with thirty human hearts, she went to the lower decks to find something to put them in. She could whip up a preservative with some of the things from the kitchen, so after she got a empty barrel she poured the preservative and the hearts inside, for later. Now she needed to attend to the wounded.

[b]"And... There. The wound should heal on it's own now, but you're life is not in danger. Now out with you."[/b] Dismissing a sailor who got stabbed in the chest Noelle took a seat on an open chair. She drank a simple magic potion to restore her energies. That was her tenth person she had to heal, and piled outside were some of the corpses of those who couldn't be saved. Out of respect (And so that their friends don't harass her about it) she didn't take their hearts. [b]"What a bother. Maybe if these mean knew how to patch up their own injuries, we won't have so many corpses to deal with."[/b] She took a swig of Alto Wine as some strongmen came to move the corpses out to sea. Her work wasn't done yet however, and she imagined that someone topside is going to do something stupid soon. Before that would happen Noelle herself left the infirmary to take a better look around the ship. She really wanted to have a little botanical garden to grow her own reagents, but this ship didn't exactly have space for it. [b]"Maybe if I could somehow gain access to the captain's quarters.... I wonder if the captain would allow a green house above deck...."[/b]