The boat, was quite large, big enough for 20 armoured adults to sit comfortably. There were 4 oars in total, each meant to be crewed by a seperate individual, as Dolphus entered, the boat slowly rocked less and less, until it seemed to sit almost still in the water, despite the regular ebb and flow.
Mariner looks up at Hethila, “Shall we take a walk?” He starts walking to the end of the pier, away from the group, to allow his conversation some privacy. “Is something the Matter? You seem quiet”
Hethila nods, “It’s nothing. Just that Dolphus fellow, treating me like some scum because I was born with wings” she shrugs. “If he thinks I’m strange wait till he gets to Securis, I swear that continent is another dimension almost”
Mariner notices a slight flutter through the air and reaches his hand out, something light landed in his palm, “Darling you’re shedding, clearly it’s not nothing. Do you need me to rough him up some? I can show him stuff that’d have him running back for his mother. Looooooong before we get to Securis.” He makes an odd clicking sound from behind his Visor.
“No, if anyone is to deal with this it has to be me. While I appreciate your… Chivalry in offering to intimidate a child. I can fight my own battles”
“He’s a child? I thought he was just small. Most people are to me” he shrugs
“most people aren’t seven feet tall Mariner, they’re not short they’re average.”
“ah but we’re going to Legion Territory where they are below average… Maybe he’s just a Small Legion citizen.”
“You are ridiculous” Hethila laughs, “Maybe I should let you swim to your little boat”
“Ship” Mariner mumbles, “It’s a ship”
ON THE CAELIN’S HAND
The hunter carefully stalked its prey. Any moment now, this foul intruder would show it’s head again, and when it did, the hunter would attack.
He’d been stalking this filth since it climbed over the Wale two hours ago now. Any second now, it’ll be time
Tharos sits crouched behind a crate in The Caelin’s Hand. He hears the sound of the hunter, drawing ever closer. He tries to quiet his breathing to avoid detection. What have I gotten myself into he thinks
I’d wager a spot of trouble, why did we do this? The soft voice sounds amused
It wasn’t my idea so don’t look at me the Hard voice sounds mostly annoyed
it wasn’t my idea either guys, so either there’s a third one of you, or none of us have control
If you could quiet down, I must needs be the voice of reason for our host. The soft voice thinks for a moment. I think our best shot is pretending we were hired
The hunter hops lithely onto a crate, There he is tensing up, the Hunter pounces and takes his prey down. Thrashing and screeching they fight, as the hunter goes for the throat.
Tharos looks over the crate at the commotion. What was that?
A vengeful Daemon, or a Sunblessed here to exact vengeance on us says the Hard voice
Or the ship has a cat the soft voice states