Revy sat next to the table in her small cabin aboard the ship sailing for Menethil harbor. Her eyes stared down at the content inside the cup she was holding. A small portion of wine remained and it rocked softly against the movement of the ship, relaxing her. She had stayed in her cabin for the majority of her time aboard the ship. She enjoyed the privacy, it reminded of her time when she would clean the Langford mansion at night, nothing but her thoughts to calm her after a long day of servicing the family. But recently she has found that such peaceful solitude was becoming increasingly difficult to come by. She was rarely fully alone when she was stationed in military duty. People always seemed to want to talk to her, something Revy found really peculiar. She did not see herself as an interesting person. And she preferred to remain quiet and just listen to her colleagues than participate in the conversation. But it seems that even if she didn't talk, others would just come and start talking. It was something Revy could never figure out the reason behind. So instead, she would listen politely then excuse herself from them.

And once again, she is surround by people who wants to talk. It was fine with the Elven rogue who just disappeared once he boarded the ship, but the mage and dwarf seemed to always try to bring her into their conversation. Revy smiled lightly at that thought. Conversation is possibly the wrong word, more like they always try to bring her into their argument so she could decide who was right. Revy has found that Maris was indeed a spoiled little noble. He constantly complained about the luxuries in his tower that he now did not possess, and Grimwin's drunkard teasing of Maris about forgetting to pack his "magic nappies" only helped to irritate the mage more. The two would eventually get into an argument over the slightest things and continue till it drove Revy crazy.

Leaning back and stretching her arms she made a large and unchecked yawn. Feeling tired from the day's event she decided to rest on the bed. She rose from her chair and was about to head for her bed when a knocked sounded from the door.

Revy slowly opened the door and left it so there was just enough room for her to peek half her face out. Vikare stood on the other side with two cups in his hands. "Care for a late night drink Revlise?" his smile shining through the dimly light corridor.

Recognizing the noble Revy instinctively straightened herself and widened the gap of the door. She peered down at the two cups, and found the invitation rather intruding. "It is late sir, and I believe that calls for resting, not drinking." She bowed slightly and tried to close the door on him, but he noble seemed to not notice the clear rejection and moved forward to squeeze through the gap. Revy stumbled backward as Vikare walked nonchalantly into her cabin. He walked to the center of the room and scanned the cabin. Upon seeing her small cup on the table he remarked, "Drinking alone will make you age quicker, a gnomish alchemist told me that." He turned and handed a cup to Revy who was still hiding behind the door.

Taking the cup and closing the door, Revy stood before Vikare as a servant would before her master when he found something unsatisfactory. Again she found herself staring at wine in her cup, but this time the soft rocking of liquid did not calm her.

"I came to have a talk" Vikare started, "You seemed to be rather quiet for the short duration of time we have been together. Is something troubling you?" he finished with a sip of his beverage.

Revy looked up at the tall noble, "No sir, I am just reserved in nature."

The answer did not seem to satisfied Vikare's curiosity, "you do not have anything you wish to speak of? No question regarding our venture? Or of our companions?"

"I am under orders to accompany you and your companions, not to ask questions." Revy replied in a matter-of-fact manner.

"Ah so you do have questions, but you are not in a position to say," Vikare made his trademark grin and waved his hand as if he had a wand "I now remove any obligation of silence you have and permit you to speak freely."

Revy tried to hide her annoyance. Does he never take NO for an answer? "With all due respect sir, I do not wish to share my thoughts."

"Why not?"

"Because I simply do not wish to."

"There must be a reason why you won't. Have I offended you in some way?"

Revy sighed in defeat, and moved to rest her cup on the table. "You have not offended me; I just do not see the point in telling you now that we are sea-borne and can only go ahead with the quest."

Vikare extended his arms and tilted his head back dramatically, "But there is a point, and more of a point now that we ARE sea-borne."

This time Revy was unable to hide her frustration. She walked next to the noble and in the most polite tone she could manage, "I do not wish to speak of it. That is the end of the conversation sir. Please leave, I need to rest." With that she headed for the door and opened it for Vikare.

Vikare watched Revy in silence, obviously thinking of some form or comeback. But having found none, he shrugged his shoulders, drank his wine and exited her room. Revy gently shut the door and rested her back on the wooden frames as she released a sigh of relief. She turned her head and spotted the wine cup Vikare left for her. Walking briskly up to the table she grabbed the cup and downed it instantly, then grimaced at the sudden rush. I forgot what nobles were like. Come on girl, just stay calm, keep that court jester alive, and bring him back to Stormwind. She replaced the cup onto the table, and then leaned over to blow out the candle, bringing complete darkness into the cabin.