Auro'pol had gasped awake as the man bandaged him up. He laid there a moment, collecting himself and his thoughts. Soon he came to realization that he had no clue what was even going on. He couldn't remember how he ended up becoming the sacrifice of choice for a handful of rather... grotesque, fish people. The Bladesinger slowly sat up, running his hands through his ghostly white hair. Looking around, he noticed the party of adventures that had somehow come across his path and saved him from an untimely demise. The ghost elf would would slowly rise to his feet as the woman discovered his book, lifting the tomb. with his face keeping stoic, he would nod in agreement. While the rest of the party looked around, he would moved to the alcove, retrieving his gear. A slight smirk crossed his face as he equipped his claws. "If only I had my claws..." He grumbled as he threw his sack over his shoulder and returned to the rest of the group. As the party climbed onto the boat, he would bow deeply in response Eilina and stepped onto the vessel. "I have no money to compensate for my rescue, so if you are willing to allow it, I would like to offer my service as a Bladesinger to your party".