“Shake a hoof there, ya arm-flappin' horse's arse! We're gettin' to movin'.”

Larach felt the hard clap on his shoulder and made a dramatic nod of his huge head to convey understanding. He had been the one to fashion a copy of a ship from an child's toy into a layered schematic. Stacking several planks of wood, he had clamped them all together then sawed and shaved away to a rough ship-shape before separating them away to sit with the carpenter on how each room sat on the decks. It was rough and blueprint-like, great for a visual to teach from. Perhaps if this all went well, he would finish it up fine as a present to the captain for a successful raid.

As the master gunner moved on to gather the rest, he fell in behind with hammer in one hand and toy boat in the other until they got to the next on the team. While balder explained the plan, again, Larach tried to tap a finger on the thieves tools and wiggle his fingers as a silent request to see if he wanted the Deor's Gyurgy or not. Superstition against magic aside, a lot of people don't like others messing with their stuff, adding superstition just made it worse. 

By the time Balder was done, Larach handed the boat over to the elder for him to carry as he gathered the rest of the crew for the mission. It might make things easier to explain over and over. He looked to the man in ways like a surrogate to his own missing father figure from his home. Larach knew he had a long way to go and the human had more practical knowledge than all of the Deor's artistic skill and gyurgy combined.