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"I- I sure. I mean. That seems reasonable no? We can always ask." Helian agreed.

Lysilde nodded with a small smile on her lips as if she had somehow planned this.

Helian was quick to take charge, considering he knew the captain of this ship.

The Flashing Blade was a decent ship, built in Anvil just like her captain, Nemicus was.

Nemicus was the brother of Graicus, two years his elder and had could generally be described as the smarter of the two. He rather solved problems with words rather than fists.

Helian walked up the gangplank without invitation, it came so natural after all and he looked around. A few crewmembers seemed to be working on the rigging while a man that looked almost exactly like Graicus-- if Graicus had learned to enjoy life and hadn't put on so much muscle-- was giving directons to a man holding a map out in front of him.

"Nemicus!" Helian greeted.

The captain looked up and his eyes widened only for a second when he saw who it was.

"Helian... Now there's a face I thought I'd never see again."

A hand pointed at the boy's chin.

"What's this? You should take care of yourself, young Helian. Women don't like scraggly beards." It was said with a knowing smile and mainly in jest. He was happy to see the lad again.

"What brings you to Torval?"

Helian was about to explain but turned around to see if the others had joined him or not.