Quien

I wouldn't interfere metal man

Quien Spins on the spot and steps of the rail. He steps onto the deck and grabs the scythe leaning against the rail. He spins it through the air crosses his body and clips it into a sheathe on his back. Once his blade is comfortably on his back he scoops up his pack which was sitting next to the scythe. He slings it over his shoulder and lets it slide to his side. He slides his hand into one of the pockets and slides out a small book.

He finally opens his eyes and leafs through the pages. Quien stands at his full height. The wind blows his short orange red hair into his face. He brushes the hair behind his ears and scans the pages with his sea blue eyes. When she find the page he wants he scans the page and find the not and holds the page open with his ash grey hand.

These machines are rather complex but mundane. He flips the the page and continues to read as he strides towards the warforged. Hmm interesting not that you care but your kind is used to run some of the less advance versions of these machines. Seems no one cares when a construct gets cut in hald when a gear goes loose. That wasn't a pleasant mess...

He strides past the warforged still mumbling to himself and taking quick steps towards the engine room.