The cabins sleep 1 each, with two cabins.

Rhavien shrugs and checks out the storage and sets up camp

Azurre joins those headed to the storage area.

Fragum heads to the storage area and does weight training.

Creed puts his book down and wanders over to Fragum, "So tell me half-giant, why is it that you wish to go to Phandalin? Do you have business there?" Creed asks with an eyebrow quirked.

Fragum puts down the box he was holding, then sits on it. He contemplates the question for a few seconds then answers it. "There are a few reasons. I've heard good things, I've also heard of possible monsters I could test my mettle against, and to have a clean slate. I, am not what I used to be yet my clan still pictures me as my young self. They expect me to be the strongest even at my age."  He then grins and looks around "Also the tickets were cheap, I suppose that doesn't matter anymore though."

Fragum then stands up "I noticed the look you gave me earlier. Yes, in my past I have poached and smuggled. Of course not in the last few decades and only animal meats and furs."

"I suppose there is some grand library in Phandalin that I did not know about? Why would you want to go to Phandalin?" Fragum asks.

"Yes, the library is certainly a reason why I am interested in traveling to Phandalin. Although, I had also heard of some trouble that has been going on in that area and I was hoping to earn a little coin," Creed says. He continues, "And what I don't know can't hurt me. You seem like a nice enough person now and I still have hope that the two of us will become friends. As long as you don't continue those habits then we should get along fine." Creed then goes back to his book, but he stays close enough to watch Fragum work out, glancing at him occasionally.

Rhavien gives the two an odd look he's dealt with Goliaths before

"So Fragum you're not going to tell him you're a full blooded Giant?"

Wyldfyre picks up her pack and heads to one of the cabins.  (She will take the one further forward, or starboard as appropriate.)  She drops her pack near the foot of the bed, then holding up a hands, clicks her tongue and Sparky climbs out from her hair to perch on her hand.  She then moves him to the bed and he scurries a few step off, looking back as if expecting something.  "One of the nice things about him is I won't have to worry if there are any bugs in that bed tonight," she thinks to herself.  Seeing his expression, she smiles, taking a bit of jerky from her pack, she bites off a small piece and replaces the rest.  Chewing just enough to soften the morsel, she offers it up to her eagerly awaiting salamander.  "You are so spoiled, Little One," she remarks, then turns and heads back up on deck, looking for the captain.  An alarming thought is stirring and she needs to find answers.  She comes upon some of the others in conversation, "Sorry to interrupt, goodmen, but are any of you familiar with the passage we are taking?  Specifically the dangers we are likely to encounter?"

"I'm quite sure that goliaths as a race are only-" Creed starts. As soon as Wyldfyre interrupts he pauses to think for a second before shaking his head. "I'm really not sure what we might encounter along the way, although I had heard rumors of some trouble in Phandalin itself and I've never flown this route before so I am unaware as to any of the specifics regarding our route." He then invites her to join them in conversation on the storage deck before retiring to her quarters, "We were just chatting about why Phandalin is our destination and I don't suppose you mind sharing as well?" He sits back down as he waits for a response (and anyone with a passive insight above 22 notices that he is stealing glances at Fragum while Fragum is working out).

"Not at all, job offer.  Minimal details but not much can be worse than living on the streets growing up."  She shrugs.  "Anyway, flying along up here, why would we be needing those oversized crossbows," indicating the twin ballistae, "unless there is something to use them on.  And most flying creatures that I know of would be far too nimble for those to be effective.  Pirates, or competitors?"

Azurre sits with the rest of the group, “I’m not in search of a thing or of some bit of knowledge. I am searching for opportunity. The opportunity to help the greater good, and those working toward that end.” He clutches the amulet at his neck, “My skills involve healing. I am a Cleric of Helm - god of protection.”

"Pirates, I would hope," Creed exclaims. "Somehow I doubt that the captain has the audacity to shoot down competitors. Although I am probably not the best judge of character." As he continues, his eyes glaze over staring into the distance. "I do wonder whether he is being completely honest about his business is though..." he mumbles to himself. Standing up, he refocuses his attention on the others and inquires, "Given that we are unsure of what is coming, perhaps we should learn a few each other's capabilities. I am a sorcerer of sorts, and my magic tends to help me organize the world, bring about a sense of order. I am also quite knowledgable about a number of subject matters, not that it would be very helpful if we were to get into a fight..." he trails off as he looks to the others.

Wyldfyre nods at Azure in welcome, and listens to Creed's explanation of himself.  "Knowledge is a useful pursuit, in and of itself my dear man, and I personally feel safer already with a healer of Helm at my side," smiling at them both.  "I be but a simple gal for whom conflagration is second nature.  If it can burn, it had best not piss me off," as she concludes it seems as if her eyes glow with an inner light for just a moment.....or it could have been just a trick of the light.

Creed chuckles at Wyldfyre's response, "I best stay on your good side then, huh?" (Religion to see how much about Helm Creed knows: 23) "And my knowledge tells me that Helm also presides over domains very close to order... So we should get along very nicely then," he says gesturing to Azurre.

Fragum chuckles "Well, I can't hurl fire, heal or bring order to the world, all I can do is swing a sword. As you saw earlier I can also lose my temper, I suppose that isn't really a good thing, but that's how I am." He gestures to Creed's books "I once tried to study magic, but I never really had the aptitude." 

As he sits against the hull looking relaxed the first time in a long time

 "I'm Rhavien, Though I'm no ranger but I've grown up in the Neverwinter Woods Tracked and fought Luskan raiders for Lord Neverember. If you wonder how I got here" 

he pauses for drama

"I made a mistake of chasing a Horizon walker into a porthole."

 He looks around looking for the expressions of disbelief. For It wasn't long ago and he couldn't believe his luck meeting these people

and getting passage on an airship to a place not far from Neverwinter. 

"Destiny manifests in so many different ways.  Yours," nodding to Rhavien, "was braving the unknown.  Mine was set by an errant wizard who thought he could control a fire elemental when I was a babe.  It killed him, my parents and the rest of the household.  They found me asleep in the ashes."  She shakes her head, "sorry, too much on my mind, shouldn't trouble you good folks with it."  Her mood lightens just as quickly as it clouded.  "A pleasure to make the acquaintance of each and every one of you.  Now, if I may ask a serious question.  Beasts are easy enough to handle, most shy away from flame, but if we run afoul of pirates or hostile competition, what's the easiest way to knock them out of the sky, before they do the same to us?  I'm unfamiliar with the workings of these airborne aberrations, and I'd like to be prepared for the worst."

"I imagine fire would work pretty well," Creed muses to the group, "I might also be able to carry one person over to an enemy ship to cause them some trouble on their decks. But other than that, we might just want to hope for the best."

(OOC: Would need a DM ruling on being able to pick up a PC while flying only for a short time; I have 13 STR)

"I'm sure they have some sort of life boats Creed though I could be wrong maybe you could push. Send a boat loaded with oil...."