Being handed over a fresh shirt, Eric took it and put it on himself. It won't help with his back, but it should help deal with the exposure of the pain's source. "I've swore no oath", Eric replied before he hesitantly placed a hand on her shoulder. It was a shame since a beautiful woman like Silena, would not be an attire that was more suited for her title. Not to mention an apparel that was so dark. There was a black catsuit-like outfit concealing her body with a huge coral reef resembling the outfit's collar. All of this suited for her position as a slave to the Lord of the Dead and Sea. "I need your help, though", he spoke as he took out the drawing of the key from the back of his pants, stretching it out for her to see it. "I'm looking for this. This key", she looked at her and watched her expressions on her half-flawless face, since the other was barely concealed by the barnacles

Silena felt a hand on her shoulder, lifting her head to see Eric and hearing how he swore no oath to him. This she felt nothing but relief for. She may have been different by appearance and what she has done. Hearing though that Eric needed her help. She felt something in her that was different, something she felt familiar. But she listened, watched him pull something out of the back of his pants. She looked at the unfolded parchment before looking at the drawing of what seemed to be a key. Her eyes widened with surprise. "...Dead man's Chest..." She whispered aloud.