Tyrin had been recounting a tale of when he and Tove had been sent out to track and hunt a Diablos out in some wastes when commotion from the top deck descended downward. Through the commotion, it sounded like that some monsters had decided to attack the ship
"Simon the food was delicious but duty calls. Come on Tove," Tyrin bid the chef a quick goodbye as he pushed his way out of the gallery and making his way back to the top deck with Tove. Upon reaching the top deck, they could see some a small swarm of Remobra were circling and causing a mess.

Tove barely jumped back in time as a glob of poison hit the deck, scrunching his nose in disgust at the putrid stuff. Most seemed to just be out of blade reach but spotting a few that had landed, Tyrin focused his attention on them."All right guess we get to do some early hunting," Tyrin said grabbing the large blade he carried off his back and bringing it forward, ready to strike at the nearest Remobra ",Sorry but that food is ours." Charging forward he made his way to put himself between the cooking pot and the encroaching Remobra's. Tove brought out his own weapon, a small sword perfect for his size.