There were few things in the world that just weren't meant to be. Fish weren't meant to fly, orcs weren't good at chess and elves were not suited for shipboard travel. The usually quite handsome - if pale, like most his kind - elf leaned his forehead against the side railing of the ship and concentrated fully on keeping his light breakfast inside his poor stomach. Judging by his clothes the tall elf was a nobleman of some kind, or at least someone with enough money for a comfortable suit. The white fencing shirt fit well with the blue vest and gray surcoat with silver linings. From his belt hung a rapier on the right hip and a beautiful silver flute on the left. It was apparent that his boots were the only think keeping him standing on the deck - they were either really heavy or enchanted to ease his footing. Long unbound locks of ivory colored hair covered most of his face at the moment. Obviously he was very much regretting his decision to join in this whole debacle, but now there was no turning back.

"Oh gods, why have you forsaken me?" He inquired silently and finally straightened up. His emerald green eyes scanned the horizon. "A bard like Tarquin Corbanet should not be in a place like this... I should be in a nice tavern with some nice ladies by my side for company..." As he mumbled to himself Tarquin bound his hair on a ponytail and shook his head. "...Next time I'll just politely refuse..." The elf covered his mouth with his right hand and leaned his elbow against the railing.