A pool of crimson, fire, and anger

Melissa was resting in the captain's cabin of one of the two Minor Dolphins (they decided to call the new two ships like that, which she found a lack of creativity of a high level, but didn't want to argue about that trivial thing).

Inside the Captain's cabin was a square table of wood glued to the ground with a strange substance. There were some strange objects and furniture here and there, probably traces of Kobolds' and orcs' cultures mixed in on the environment. The only thing enjoyable there was the comfy bed, the square and well-spaced table, and the chair on which Melissa was sitting. 

'How can a simple wooden chair with upholstery seem so comfy like this? This upholstery isn't even those that you would find at a prestigious noble house. Probably it's just wool and something else of lower value. Even so...' she thought, trying to think about trivial things, though she was struggling a lot just to keep thinking on that.