As he walked out of the temple, the look of frustration on Talogan's face was the most visible aspect of his appearance at the time as he glared at the orc warships on the horizon. Just as much as he hated elves and holy men of non-goblinoid deities, Talogan also despised orcs. The thought of fleeing from them made Talogan feel ill. But he knew that was what he had to do. Their numbers were too great. If he ordered an attack, his crew would almost certainly mutiny against him. And even if they did follow his orders, attacking three orc warships head on would mean certain doom. Talogan couldn't afford to risk death while he was under orders from the Mighty One himself to investigate the shipwreck south of Red Shard, not by anything that wasn't at the wreck at least. As much as it sickened him to admit, they needed to leave.

"Get the loot aboard the ship!" Talogan ordered the crewmen who had come ashore. Moving fast, Talogan boarded the Kraken and spoke then to Hector and Johnathan. "Mr. Hector! Mr. Johnathan! Begin preparations for our departure!" Talogan ordered. With that said, Talogan went below deck, retrieved the oil flasks from the arsenal, and brought them topside in case they were required. Once all the loot and all the crew were back on the ship, Talogan gave further orders. "Lift the anchor, cast us off, and bring us to full sail!  We make for Red Shard!" Talogan ordered. "Ms. Orocho! Keep an eye on those warships. If it looks like they're in pursuit and are getting too close, throw a gust into the sails! The rest of you, to your places! Make sure this ship is running smoothly and we'll have a better chance of eluding them! Now move!"