"One of the Tevinter ships makes the most sense. Orlesian ships might have allies, they might have former friends but we cannot be sure and if they do? We cannot know how much they would know." Tapping out a staccato rhythm on her rapier hilt, Araceli draws in a sigh then lets it out slowly. "Go in from the rear, same as a smuggling run."

Certain vessels are already out of the question given the size of her own ship and the size of her crew. Korrin's a Vashoth mage, Tyrion's a rifter, and Araceli herself is a known quantity. She isn't so stupid as to think that there aren't those who've forgotten the rifters they took in the past even if she's cut off that hand and kept her life a secret.

"If there is anything sensitive you need to secure that you have been working on, señor, I would see to it now. It's just how to go about getting someone." She's open to suggestions; hobble the ship and sneak aboard, have someone get aboard and get the person off (which has worked, it's just generally a pain in the arse) or a full-on assault on one ship. Her crew after all have their blood up seeing a force like that.

Everybody lost several someones that day. Everybody lost Isabela that day too.