[maybe it is a rumor, maybe it's truth, who can tell. who knows. certainly nobody in this room.]

Matter of opinion, maybe. Maybe there's just no such thing as an honest seafarer around here. [she shrugs and leans back against the wall, turning to face adaine.] I don't spend a lot of time with all that stuff. More the kind of person to stay on land and deal with the beasts and the blood and all that. Trench's friendly neighborhood combat cyborg.

[she jerks her head towards the last tile.]

That's eleven out of twelve. Left the last one for you for whenever you get tired of hearing me talk about the stuff happening above ground.