After seeing off those in the dinghy, Sagax offered up his acrobatic expertise and made himself useful mounting a secondary sail; Sagax knew little of boats, but he so intelligently deduced that the [i]Courtesan[/i] probably wouldn't get very far with just the rudder, and the urgency of the crew gave credence to his theory. The shivering Imperial sidled along the mast carefully, very much aware of the fact that he could be thrown off into the freezing waters below at a moment's notice, and he most certainly would have if not for the extra traction granted by his gauntlets. As good at keeping his balance as he was, Sagax was far outclassed by the men that effectively called the seas their home, more easily able to steady themselves as the ship swayed to and fro. From his vantage point, Sagax could see the flickering of torches in the distance, along with armored forms approaching his comrades. Sagax hastened his repairs with every bit of strength he could muster, for fear of the others meeting the same end as the foolish group of mages that went before them. 

Against all odds, the battered vessel once again bore a sail, and with the patchwork repairs done to the hull along with the guidance of her captain, the [i]Courtesan[/i] drifted slowly and not-so-steadily towards the shoreline. When the ship was close enough to send people to shore, Sagax grabbed his gear, sent a rope across the rail and slid down carefully. He didn't want to end up like the priest, that was for sure. When he landed, he saw the bodies of what appeared to be the warriors he saw before, and standing over them were his comrades and two leather-clad strangers. A sparking sound drew his attention to the dinghy, and what he saw confused him for a moment. The Breton mage slowly revealed himself bit by bit, seemingly from nothing, as he peered over the edge of the boat. Invisibility! The man was an Illusion mage, there was no doubt about it. 

"Is...is it over? Are they dead?" He swept his head back and forth, confirming each body he saw. "Oh by the grace of Julianos, that was terrifying..." He then suddenly found a hand covered by a dark leather gauntlet outstretched in front of him. "Hm...? Oh, it's you! So you managed to get the boat over here after all!"

Helping the young mage to his feet, Sagax nodded in confirmation. "Yes, we did, thought it was no easy task to be certain. Mara's sake, man, just how thin are those robes, anyway? Here, this should help against the cold much better." He handed over the thick cloak to the trembling man; water must have splashed on him, as there were flakes of ice scattered over his hair. After the formal "Thank you"s and "No problem"s, Sagax excused himself to check on the others, he steered well clear of the crimson strangers though. Right in his path, there Solveig was, knocked straight on her ass again. That poor woman just couldn't get a break. The Imperial offered his hand to the hot-blooded warrioress, though deep down he expected her to swat away his hand and stubbornly try to stand on her own. Not that he'd be particularly offended; a certain amount of respect ought to be awarded to those that fight through their pain and strive to help themselves.