Here's a very late, last-minute sign-up. Sorry about that.
Worked out better, my jetlag has been causing me to fall behind on getting my main post up. Fortunately I made time for it today so there's that.
Faelor felt a tap on his shoulder, making him pause raising the tankard to his lips. He turned and found himself staring at an older man cloaked in what appeared to be wolf skins. The elf raised an eyebrow as he looked. For a moment the two stared at each other before Faelor broke the silence.
"I assume you want to join the crew?" he ventured. The wolf-man nodded. Faelor shrugged, muttering something about what harm was there in another member wanting to possibly fall of the edge. It was apparent the alcohol had taken ahold. He produced the parchment of names and notes and took down the man's name.
"Welcome aboard," he said as he finished writing. Beside the man's name was a small note of 'old, but looks handy in a pinch.' He looked up at the man. "The ship is the Sun Chaser, she's hard to miss. We leave at dawn."