At the mention of customs and docking, Gallus brought the side of his fist up to his mouth. He hadn't even thought about that. "Hmm, so how do these customs people pick ships to check? Will we only be searched if we stay too long? Or is it only if we deal with cargo?" Gallus made a non-committing gesture and a shrug. "If we cannot stop at Leyawiin, we could just anchor further up the Rumare and take them to the shore with a row boat. We could walk them into the city with a small group and not have to deal with the docks at all."

Gallus also gave Ri'nakhad a lingering curious look. He had not expressed an opinion yet.

Janius saw Kaleeth before he heard her. He stood still for a second at the surreal situation. She didn't sound like she was in any danger, but sitting out in the middle of a storm on a rocking ship was hardly the calming experience that she was making it look like. Janius decided to get a rope from the nearest mast to tie it around his waist as he had seen other crew doing, but also uncoiled another rope as he slowly and carefully approached Kaleeth. In this time, he remembered her mentioning enjoying the rain. This was probably the closest thing to a Black Marsh monsoon than anything in Cyrodiil or Elsweyr's dry season.

Once he reached Kaleeth, Janius took a knee beside her. "What are you doing out here!? You need a rope or you'll be swept away by a wave!" Janius shouted, holding out the end of the rope he brought with him. He was barely holding onto his sheet of hide in the wind.