Maeve... Irish blood must be boiling into her veins...

Ladies and Gentlemen, may I introduce you to
the Nomad's resident sorceress, Maeve

And this is her sword. Now don't ask me where she got it.
I've never been able to find one like this.

This picture was taken only a few
weeks after Dermott...

Oh Maeve! Huh, you weren't in when we arrived.
You don't mind me giving a tour of your cabin do you?

Oh you do...

What if I promise not to tell your secret?

We can stay? Great!

Maeve, you don't need to get the wine out for us.
We won't stay long.

You want to show us that us girls can
party too? I understand.

But take it easy with that stuff!!

Although it is true that you do look
a bit too serious most of the time

No really, you do.

See here, you just don't realize it when he
wants to get your full attention.

And here too...

And again!

You're impossible!!!

Ok, ok! I'll drop the subject.

Still, your seriousness does make him
feel miserable. Poor Sinbad!

Especially when he only wants
to comfort you.

Sorry! Not another word about
him. Promise.

But may I ask why you are
so mad at him?

Huh no, I don't know who he
is looking at. Why?

Oh. I see. Well of course you
have every right to be upset!

Don't worry. How about giving this
witch a lesson she won't forget?

I'd be glad to help.

So are you in?

Oh, you'd like to get back at him too?
No problem, I know just the
way to do that!

First Rumina.