Giving a huff, Maithien holstered his pistol. "You have the right ship lad, though I request that you do your best not to maim yourself on any future occasions." Readjusting his jacket and straightening out his shirt, Maithien continued. "Until we make it to the nearest town or port you're part of the crew I suppose. When we make it me and Dariq will decide what what to do with you.." At this Maithien limped to one of the small boxes strewn about the ship, first making sure it was not another box of cursed apricots, and then sitting down so he didn't have to stand any longer.

The rest of his crew were in various different states. The short little lady had been burting with tears, only just now starting to calm down. The Caxerion wasn't that far from crying herself either it seemed.. That dwarven woman was yelling at Dariq, telling him that she could pilot the ship. [i]She really wants that job doesn't she?[/i] Meanwhile Elani was- [i]'Is she stabbing my ship!?'[/i] He thought shocked, and slightly offended. As if Dariq stabbing one of the balloons wasn't bad enough, now people were carving on it for stress relief! At the end of this trip Maithien imagined The Compass wasn't going to be anything more than a bag of splinters and a frayed banner.

"Right! You, dwarf lady!" He yelled, snapping his finger and then pointing towards her just in case his yelling didn't keep her attention. "Go ahead and head down to the engines, see what you can figure out. Don't have much to lose." Maithien then faced the rest of his small crew. "For those of you that are injured head below deck.. We have some medical supplies packed in some of the crates for you to use, we just haven't gotten around to opening them." 

"And Mister Dariq, I feel you would agree that we need to talk."