The ships themselves seemed fine enough at a glance. The fact that one was highly decorated suggested to Gallus that it might have been stolen, but that much as not beyond his expectations. The real concern he had was the size. From what he understood of Colours' descriptions, slaves were normally packed shoulder to shoulder in ships like these. If what they were transporting had truly been slaves, then the clan would fit easily, but even when they were all released, the conditions aboard would not leave much space.

Whatever his concerns internally, Gallus did not voice any of them. He merely held his hands behind his back and looked about curiously as they walked to the navigator. "Orub, how fast are these ships, exactly?

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Tzirret froze up completely, the shackles still in his hands as Ma'tanza's head remained in contact with his shoulder. He didn't seem to register that Ma'tanza could actually see his face, so his wide eyes and panicked frown remained. "T-trying what?" Tzirret stumbled over his words, "There is-...he is-...Tzirret was not trying anything! What is Ma'tanza speaking of?"

This was a bit sudden in Tzirret's mind, but how it couldn't have been sudden in any amount of time was not defined clearly to him. His denials, however inneffective, came from hope that Ma'tanza was not about to tell him to stop thinking of her with the interest he did.