Today has been rather interesting, it started around dawn, i had invited the Warforged to talk with me one on one, as i had little hope of trying to talk any sort of sense to either of the elves, a fact which from later, i would have stood mistaken, regardless, the warforged took the invitation to speak with me, however, he was concerned i was still determined to see the demise of the fish-elf and drow, a most irritating label for this meeting, but one i was quick to clear up. After a length of explaination for my calling him out here, the metal man still proceeded to lecture me, as though i was a child that needed to be slapped on the wrist, or whatever the creator of a warforged does to a newly "born" metal man, after he departed, i soon went to my room on the ship, I needed rest, I would need it for how the rest of the day was to follow. When I awoke, I headed towards the gallery, only to find the metal man speaking with the fish-elf, i was rather unnerved by the idea of him ratting out my intents and making a mess, sure enough, the warforged did just that, forcing my to have to improvise quickly while both elves were there, as sin made his presence very well known when he came in a short time after the three of us had sat down. With all due charisma, i attempted to find a middle ground with each of them, and they seemed to react well to it, with the exception of the drow, whom proceeded to throw a tantrum, the fish-elf, however, seemed to agree in my words that an alliance between the four of us was for the best, the irony of such a thing happening is far from lost on me, for whatever reason the warforged got rather irritated and stormed out, slamming a door on his way out, i'm unsure if this was due to the drow or not, regardless, the drow was quick to break the door and give himself a concussion, or blunt force trauma, i'm unsure of which was inflicted upon him, i personally had taken some food to my own room, prefering to work on my Juju fetish, it was imperative that i make my own worth known to my new allies, thus i had to work towards perfection in this craft, during this, i believe Rattlegore mentioned something about him and Deadscar having an argument, something pointless i'm sure. Later on I deemed it worth the time to take a break from my work, to go see how the warforged was, only to find a situation i was neither fond of nor was i inclined to ask too many questions, suffice to say, the drow had come in and made somewhat of an imbecile of himself, with his concussion or whatever and all, leaving the warforged to take care of the drow, i receded back to my own room, having left my delicate work long enough, during this time, Skelebones informed me of some grand adventure or something that he, Deadscar and Rattlegore had gone on, something about a small baby rat or something, i hadn't really been paying attention, the fact of the matter was, i had work to do, and plenty of time to do it. Deadscar apparently as the day went on, came to like his situation as my undead cohort more, a mindset i'm rather glad to see in a sentient undead, as it happened, i needed his and the skeletons assistance, as i needed them to guard my work while i went to eat, the rest of the day went rather dully from there.