The sailor suddenly becomes aware of one of the dreamer's breaths quicken. At first, he is unsure how much they heard of his efforts to contact the person in room 3, but he is positive they are awake. Listening close and still, he hears a slight rustling and then a heavy weight shift behind door 2. In the seconds after, a the stillness is split by the rusty door's handles slow twist.
The larger of the two wardens walks out from behind it. An imposing figure even in cloth attire, his steel longsword gleamed of darkened iron in the lanterns orange glow. He remarks in a cold raspy voice,“You better have a damned good reason for knocking on that door instead of my own. Explain yourself.”
The gaunt sailor replies in a mumbling, hoarse drawl, all the while staring at the armed Warden with the same blank expression the Night Crew earlier gave the passengers.
The Warden regards the Sailor carefully, lowering his weapon. He returns to his room for a moment, grabbing the keys from the top of a wooden surface. A few seconds later he tells the sailor to step back, waits till he does so, then, taps the door with the key shaking his head. "Mmm, had me there. You up kid?"
There is no response.
"Kid, you awake?" The knight said with some concern, continuing, "C'mon, you've got the whole ship worried out here, if I gotta-"
"-Iiii'm fine." A young voice interrupted.
"Right, right. Sorry to bother you, sweet dreams." The warden commented before returning to the Sailor, "Must've been a rat, nothing to worry about. Go ahead and leave these two to us though friend." He points to the other two doors not occupied by Wardens. "Should anything be wrong, we will take responsibility..." a pause,"...As well as rectify said situations. There is no need for your generous concern." He finished, eyeing the sailor wearily before returning to his room with the keys.
A wretched one, tasked with working on the ships night crew, crept from an observation it made below deck. It gently knocked at the Captain's door in rhythmic pattern before whispering something inside. A whisper follows back, and the wretched one nods its head in agreement. It crawls back to the stairs of the middle deck where it watched the Warden confront a sailor trying to investigate another person's room. When it got there, the sailor had gone, but that was of little concern to it. It walked first in front of one of the doors on the left, and then back to the main deck. Its clearly looking for someone...
9:45 PM
The wretched one makes eye contact with its target, running full speed towards Genesh. It stops right in front of him, tilting its head, and whispers,
"The caaaaptain would like to seeee you..."
It mutters before running back to its post without another word.
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The sailor suddenly becomes aware of one of the dreamer's breaths quicken. At first, he is unsure how much they heard of his efforts to contact the person in room 3, but he is positive they are awake. Listening close and still, he hears a slight rustling and then a heavy weight shift behind door 2. In the seconds after, a the stillness is split by the rusty door's handles slow twist.
The larger of the two wardens walks out from behind it. An imposing figure even in cloth attire, his steel longsword gleamed of darkened iron in the lanterns orange glow. He remarks in a cold raspy voice, “You better have a damned good reason for knocking on that door instead of my own. Explain yourself.”
The gaunt sailor replies in a mumbling, hoarse drawl, all the while staring at the armed Warden with the same blank expression the Night Crew earlier gave the passengers.
"Noises inside. Something wrong."
The Warden regards the Sailor carefully, lowering his weapon. He returns to his room for a moment, grabbing the keys from the top of a wooden surface. A few seconds later he tells the sailor to step back, waits till he does so, then, taps the door with the key shaking his head. "Mmm, had me there. You up kid?"
There is no response.
"Kid, you awake?" The knight said with some concern, continuing, "C'mon, you've got the whole ship worried out here, if I gotta-"
"-Iiii'm fine." A young voice interrupted.
"Right, right. Sorry to bother you, sweet dreams." The warden commented before returning to the Sailor, "Must've been a rat, nothing to worry about. Go ahead and leave these two to us though friend." He points to the other two doors not occupied by Wardens. "Should anything be wrong, we will take responsibility..." a pause, "...As well as rectify said situations. There is no need for your generous concern." He finished, eyeing the sailor wearily before returning to his room with the keys.
The door locks behind him.
The sailor nods and walks away....
Olwer thinks hard. Did he recognize that young voice? John? The Ranger? The female Warden? Somebody else?
LATER, Olwer
The minstrel pauses outside the cabin door. He offers a silent prayer to the Whispering God and then raps lightly at the panel.
"Elisha, are you in?"
9:35 PM
A wretched one, tasked with working on the ships night crew, crept from an observation it made below deck. It gently knocked at the Captain's door in rhythmic pattern before whispering something inside. A whisper follows back, and the wretched one nods its head in agreement. It crawls back to the stairs of the middle deck where it watched the Warden confront a sailor trying to investigate another person's room. When it got there, the sailor had gone, but that was of little concern to it. It walked first in front of one of the doors on the left, and then back to the main deck. Its clearly looking for someone...
9:45 PM
The wretched one makes eye contact with its target, running full speed towards Genesh. It stops right in front of him, tilting its head, and whispers,
"The caaaaptain would like to seeee you..."
It mutters before running back to its post without another word.