Tarquin lifted his right hand in a cautioning manner. "My... gh... Apologies, m'lady. Seafaring is not one of my finest arts. I apologize in advance." He managed to flash a little bit haughty smile, like he was making a jest before again taking a rather sour expression. "Now, I mean not to be impolite - such is not fitting of someone like me." The elf took a step away from the railing, spread his hands slightly and made a very proper bow. "My apologies again, m'lady Eve. I am Tarquin Corbanet, a humble bard by trade. Hmm... Admittedly there is nothing humble about me, I am boastful, brash purveyor of off key tunes and at times downright horrible poems." Tarquin paused for a moment to straighten his surcoat slightly "At your service, m'lady." He added with a very roguish smile.