Hakka the Hunting Spider

The thri-kreen marksman stands still at the top of the mast, fact that makes him look almost like a statue or a bizarre figurehead of some sort. His insectoid eyes always fixed on the horizon, but the rest of his senses were focused on his surroundings, including the ocassional telepathic communication made by his thri-kreen kin.

He decides to accept captain Kriv's suggestion and enjoy the moment, feeling the wind on his chitinous plates and the ocasional taste of brine in his mandibles.