Gallus, dripping wet, held onto a support in the cabin. His sea legs were not the most steady as of yet. When he spoke, he had a tremble to his voice due to the cold, but he was confident as always. "I have had a think about it today. No matter where we put them, they are going to be a liability. Joining us to Orcrest will make them an extra set of mouths to feed, not to mention they are not lycans. If we do drop them off at Leyawiin with a few coins, they might give away our movements, but it would be the humane thing to do. One thing is clear; it is distasteful to simply kill them." Less surely, Gallus continued, "Personally, I would like to drop them off in Cyrodiil somewhere. They can make a better life for themselves if they put in the effort, and if all we ask in return is that they never speak of us to anyone, then I could trust them. We saved their lives, they would know that."

When the rain started to get heavy, Janius shortly sought out Kaleeth and Newt. He had left them to help make tents, but he wanted to make sure that they were below decks. It started as an inconsequential worry, but as he traversed the interior of the deck over and over again, he began to worry more. Eventually, after asking around to no avail, he stepped up and out into the slick top deck to brave the weather. He had since dressed himself, but only held a small hide against the wind. "Kaleeth!?" He shouted into the wind, "Newt!?!" No sooner did Janius take two steps that he stumbled up against a mast. The ship was rocking heavily. He took his time searching for them both so he didn't slip over. "Kaleeth!? Where are you!?!"