Characters: Celeste Greyjaw
thiefshonor, Karis Needleteeth
teethofneedles, Ter'thelas Baelion
seasindorei, Kevas
pimp_hatLocation: Celeste's room
Date: present
Rating: PG/PG-13 for language and talk of violence! (Yay!)
Celeste picked up her communicator, and leaned back in her chair slowly, considering what to say. Whether or not this plan of hers was a good idea, she'd long settled on. The Forsaken are ones to favor action over useless words - useless words are what their murdered king was relying on while the Scourge swept across Lordaeron, claiming all of his citizens.
The question only was how to go about executing this plan successfully. As far as she could tell, most of the other passengers were completely useless and not at all dependable. It then was safe to say that she ought to approach her fellow members of the Horde, at least for getting this operation started. Using Orcish made communicating with them easy, considering she had no idea how to lock things.
The Captain could probably see and understand all of what they say over the comms, and probably anything they'll say to each other after they've gathered - but he certainly made no efforts to prevent other things, so why worry about it?
With a sigh of preparedness, she spoke steadily into the strange contraption in Orcish.
"Alright, the three of ya, c'mon to my room then. I don't trust there not to be eavesdroppers in th' bar, eh. Deck 05, room 8424."
Then, remembering, she added with a chuckle: "And don't worry, I got booze."