The crew had no other comments to make beyond mulling the strategy to approach the wreck. If they go by sea they could potentially avoid most of the drowned until they get to the boat itself, at the risk of putting themselves at risk against the ocean’s rocky waves and unforgiving stones. If they try and climb down they would have to fight through the veritable hordes of drowned, but it’s less of a risky travel. And of course they have no idea what to expect inside of wreck proper aside from a Banshee, and Nyx was rather adamant that she has never heard of a banshee who would control the undead. The primary counter argument is that while the banshee might not specifically command them, they are the o lay undead with a sense of sentience, compared to the drown’s entirely nonsentiant existence.

Soon the group would reach the forest again, taking the path that Hurrik had cleared for a faster trek. He had Hector and Johnathan gather up some sizable branches so he can shape them into pitons once they reach the ship, in the event they approach the ship by cliffside. Nyx also had Nox take time the skies once more to scout more, noticing a rather large fleet moving towards Red Shard. Not pirates, likely merchants, but they had quite the escort. “Seems like some big shot has shown up to Red Shard, Captain. Can’t make out the emblems from here however.”