Shortly after Tyrael went onto the deck, one of the younger prisoners asked him if Lynn was okay. He honestly wasn't certain. [color=00a651]"I did what I could for her. She's severely dehydrated."[/color] While he doubts she'll die after what he could do to help her, Tyrael wasn't certain how soon Lynn would recover. He treated her fairly quickly but for all he knew she might've been in this desert longer than him, suffering from these conditions all the while. He has no clue what her short term recovery would take, or what long term damage it might've done to her. Regardless, Tyrael looked to the women as they gave him his thanks. He just waved them off. [color=00a651]"I'm simply a traveler. Reaching the city will be enough to satisfy me."[/color] At her comment about the merfolk, Tyrael shrugged. [color=00a651]"I thought she was just a Sylve. Perhaps from the ocean."[/color]


Soon there was a crack, and Tyrael received a telepathic message from Zastriel. Apparently Gossk manifested a localized [i]swamp[/i] inside of that tiny cabin. This genuinely surprised Tyrael: he had learned about certain types of transmutation magic that can alter the terrain, and even specialized in it for a short while. His Shape Earth spell is an introductory spell for such a school. But to actually be able to cast a spell which manifested the terrain? That was beyond terraforming, itself an already advance level of transmutation magic. Or perhaps what Gossk did was closer to conjuration? Either way, Tyrael was suitably impressed and concerned. He had simply written the lizardman off as a brute, but that level of magic wasn't something that one would expect a novice to be able to pick up. Surely Gossk was a shaman or something to be able to use a spell like that. But hearing the women mention how it'll slow down their travel also concerned Tyrael. While he wasn't in a rush per say, the sooner they reach Kalla the better. [color=00a651]"I will check on them."[/color]

Tyrael went over to the cabin door and knocked loudly, almost as if he's trying to break in. [color=00a651]"Lynn, Gossk, what's going on? How did you flood the skiff in the middle of the desert?"[/color] His tone was harsh, almost authoritative, but it was weighed heavily by concerned. It even confused the orc; did he care about these people? Perhaps he at least feel somewhat grateful for how they aided him, so it was only natural that he ensure they did not perish shortly after assisting him. Or perhaps he was simply concerned about this water slower them down. Surely, Tyrael had practical reasons to be concerned. [color=00a651]"This water will slow the skiff. We may not arrive until early morning at this rate. How is Lynn?"[/color]