Colors nodded to Gallus. He had seemed at least somewhat nervous being at the meeting, but once he was asked about something he actually knew about, he felt more comfortable speaking. "Yeah, I've seen it. And no, I've never traded in slaves before. No matter what you think of my...profession, even I was above that. Still, I saw what the ships were like. The slaves were stripped of everything: clothing, belongings, dignity. They were chained up below decks to each other, and to the ship. They were tightly packed, shoulder-to-shoulder when standing. The whole scene left a bad taste in my mouth. For the clan, we will probably need at least two ships for transport, but that won't be a problem for the contact I have." Meesei clasped her hands together, looking straight ahead with a severe expression. "If so, then that is what we will have to attempt to recreate. Fortunately, it is not an illusion we will have to endure for too long. Once we are out at sea, and safely away from any Dominion patrols, or means of escape for the slavers, then we can turn and capture the ships. Although, we may not be able to bring enough clothing and bedrolls for everyone. I am certain that any cargo we bring aboard will be searched, and it would be suspicious if we brought enough for all of the 'slaves' to be comfortable. Hopefully, we will at least be able to craft enough bedrolls from the leather and cloth we scavenge from aboard the ships. Everything else, we should distribute to the children, elderly, and if necessary, wounded first." "Ri'nakhad..." He began, giving a heavy sigh as he looked down at the map once more. He traced a claw across their new planned route, comparing it to the one they had proposed before. "...may see the wisdom in this plan. Being able to keep this one's clan safe and supplied during the journey is his greatest concern. Ri'nakhad recognizes that it is not as dangerous as it would first seem to submit ourselves to such captivity. The chains they would give us would not be designed for lycans. We could escape at any time, and on a ship, they would be no match for us. This, Ri'nakhad recognizes. But, there may be some in the clan who will not. To submit not only one's self, but their family and children to such conditions, even for a short time, is an understandably terrifying prospect. This one wants you to understand that." --- La'khay was leaned in towards Sabine, giggling along with her through her explanation. "All day, you say? My, the energy of youth; it makes this one jealous. La'khay is glad to have helped you experience it. She is certain she can give you the advice to make the next time better. Just find her after breakfast." Meanwhile, Peiter chuckled at Tzirret's brief taunt. "Well... the 'race' was fun, regardless." He responded, scarcely keeping himself from laughing. When Tzirret mentioned that he had actually went off and made new friends [i]on his own[/i] however, it certainly piqued Peiter's interest, and brought La'khay back into the conversation. She was about to find a way to ask him about it, but he actually brought it up himself. La'khay looked over to Tzirret with a genuine smile. "You went and made friends? That is great news; it had been terrible seeing you always look so alone and anxious. La'khay imagines they would be around here somewhere, maybe you should introduce them?"