Ahoy, Saga!

[Mixxi]

I felt it was only polite to introduce myself and ask permission to come aboard. My name is Gnat Parker, and I am an Archer, which is to say I hail from Lion's Arch, not that I shoot arrows.

My earliest memory is of the clear waters of Sanguine Bay—watching the colorful fish dart about just out of reach beneath the waves. Mum's first mate, an Asuran named Brozzak, was holding me over the side of our ship by the ankle at the time, and I'll never forget the marvelous feeling of the salt spray on my face.

Brozzak gave me my nickname of the Gnat and was also the first to teach me how to defend myself using powerful wells. Upon reflection, I suspect he chose to train me in wells in order to force me to stay in one place for extended periods of time. The discipline did benefit me, though, and it certainly cut down on the amount of ink I spilled on his charts and the time I could spend adding to my voluminous pressed-fish collection.

My happy childhood came to an exciting end when I became old enough to wed. I fell in love with a dashing young captain, and—despite my mother's objections—I became his bride and joined his crew. I had been given a certain amount of freedom on mum's ship, and I confess I was a bit put out when my dear Captain Treylin Parker treated me as a rather ornamental piece of cargo to be kept safe below decks. I tried to explain that those passages through Krait-infested waters were exactly when I would be handy to have up on deck, but he insisted on locking me away safely behind sturdy ironwood doors.

But I did have all the freedom I could want when we weren't actually in Krait territory, and the ship was a beauty. My handsome Treylin apparently had not spoken much with Brozzak before we wed, or he would have known that I would not rest until I had happily explored every nook and cranny of the vessel. Including the secret panel that concealed the smuggler's hold.

The quaggan slaves that we apparently had picked up from the Krait were very helpful in relocating the crew, although I insisted on speaking with my husband myself. He did not find the view from the starboard railing as enchanting as I had as a child, but then, he had a closer view of the water than I did.

Our ship eventually made it back to Lion's Arch. The quaggan are rather awful sailors—they have a terrible time climbing the rigging. Even without a cargo, the ship fetched a tidy pile of gold, and I found myself rather well off, without any encumbrances, and with a brand new pressed-fish album waiting to be filled.

And this is how I come to you, Saga. I look forward to meeting you all!

[Jasyn]

[Doc Wiffle]

Hmph.  Well, 'ello there, grrrrrreetings, felicitations, and salutations, etcetera, etcetera, me fine specimen.  I get the impression ye be one o' those shy, silent types.  Ye really should learn to speak up, me dear.  I would introduce me'self, but being the brrrrrrrrilliant and magnifiumphicus Doctor Wiffle o' the reknowned krewe o' Wiffle, Whippolonius, Tungsten, Tinkerthunk & Fedwyk Labs Inc. (professors o' Asura healthcare gizmology), Engineering Division, I should certainly require no introductions!

Any'ow, welcome!  It's a pleasure for ye to meet me meeting ye meet me.  I imagine ye must be 'ere for the complimentary physical.  The line starts forming over there by the WWTT&F Labs Inc. Measurements Golem (tm).  The discoloration next to it on the floor 'appens to be from 'igh traffic.  TSK!  Never ye mind 'at ye be both first and last in line.  Never ye mind, I say!

And if ye be interested in eliminating ye fear o' public speaking, consider a sample o' Doc Wiffle's Miracle Rum Flavored Inhibitions Removal Elixir, now available with a double guarantee backed by WWTT&F Labs Inc.  Guaranteed to free ye o' ye inhibitions.  And guaranteed to elevate ye interest in a sample o' Doc Wiffle's Miracle 'angover Elixir.

[Talon]

*waves to Gnat*

Hello.

*frowns at Wiffle*

The free physical had to be cancelled, that's why there's no one in line. *surreptitiously winks at Gnat* Something to do with the authorities looking into mysterious disappearances. They didn't seem satisfied by the "they're still here, just a different shape" rationale. Apparently families prefer their members to remain without wings or tails or ...

I'm Ewin, by the way. *bows and speaks a little louder* And I'd like to keep at least one human I've met free of Wiffle-branded experimentation.

[Catri]

Hail, Gnat. Come, have some ale. Lion's Arch is an interesting city for certain, so many people and so much going on. Not nearly as magnificent as the Lodges in Hoelbrak of course, but a nice place nonetheless.

I'm Glynna Vegeirdottir, an archer in the shooting arrows sense of the word, and that mass of snoring brown fur is my bear, Gimli.