“The umm. The young fellow… The storesman. I tried to save him, but he was gone.” Tharos got extremely quiet. Staring at his boots dejectedly, he sniffled once or twice. Then hurriedly tried to pass it off being cold and wet. He idly raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Suddenly all the crew on land were bathed in the warmth and light of a merry bonfire. Tharos huddled close to it, but it didn’t warm him inside.
Mariner still paced the deck. He was desperate to get down amongst the crew and take charge, but the dangers of dry land reigned even over his worry. Instead, he began to issue screeching, and clicking noises. The effect on the human ear was jarring, but in Ancient Halinth, they were positive and upbeat words of compassion for his crew.