Gaul stands up and stretches at this point, the grime of combat covering his body having been absorbed by Flame. [i]That’s a useful ability,[/i] he thinks to himself as he strides in front of Rider and Sia. 

“A storm is brewing in the direction of West Point by sea, so you’ll have to teleport your people in order to get there safely.” He nods in the direction of Blaze and Flame, “We’ll stay on the ship and head towards our companion. Sia, obviously, is free to do whatever she likes.” He pauses briefly, and turns to the Admiral. 

“As far as payment goes, I’ve spent a large portion of my life at sea. I am willing to do whatever job you deem necessary to clear our debt. In return, I’d appreciate it if you’d allow my smaller friends here to rest. They’ve earned it.”

Gaul then takes a good look at the crew, smiles, and says “They’re no Vikings, but I suppose they’re passable sailors...in a pinch. Your orders, Admiral?”