The stairwell descends towards a landing on the port side of the ship. When their eyes adjust to the poor light and cool temperature makes it difficult even for characters with infravision to see clearly on the lower deck. The first thing the adventuring party notices, from painful experience with barrels, ropes and hammocks throughout the ship, is the collection of inventory stored here.
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The characters meet at the main mast, in the center of the lower deck. It’s girth is nearly four feet wide, sloping gently up to the ceiling. The voice of the elven maiden calls from behind them, near the steps where they descended moments ago: “My name is Lyssehea. I beg your forbearance and assure you no further harm. Until now, no one has spoken to me in the language of the Elves. I have suffered through murder, destruction of my home, and imprisonment. Allow me to tell you my tale. Please tell me first, what are your names and the clan that you swear by your ancestors?”
When the party turns to the source of the voice, they see a simply dressed elven maiden walk from the starboard side of the steps descending from the middle deck. She steps lightly around the corner into full view. She has exquisite features, delicate and finely chiseled with high cheek bones. She is clothed in a loose, simple garment that leaves her shoulders uncovered but everything else below modestly covered until just above her bare feet.
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