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Kaladan could feel a familiar thrill running through him, though he kept his expression fairly neutral, at the prospect of returning to the familiar star filled skies he traveled with his mother. They may potentially be experiencing unexplored space, which is one of the whole reasons he signed on with The Consortium. It had been a dream of his ever since he was a kid, but it never really seemed possible until now. It had been some time since he’d had the opportunity to travel with an actual crew that all wanted to be there, and didn’t plan on stabbing each other in the back at the first available opportunity. He did have a few concerns about the powder monkeys, he wasn’t sure about the competency of faeries when it came to loading and firing cannons, but the Captain seemed fine with it so who was he to complain. As long as they got the job done and listened well enough, but he’d have to keep a close eye on them for the time being, just to be sure. He hadn’t had much of a chance to talk with the rest of the crew as they were all in the process of getting the remaining supplies on the ship, but they appeared trustworthy enough. 

The crew certainly appeared to be an interesting bunch, all different races from all different parts of the system. He could safely say he'd never met a Dryad or a Genasi before so they'd certainly be interesting to get to know. He kept to his thoughts, quietly humming a tune under his breath as he casually explored the ship that would serve as his home for however long the Captain decided to keep him signed on.

He walked across the gun deck doing the final checks of the supplies that they had, making sure they hadn’t forgotten anything important and that all the necessities were in their proper place. The last thing they needed was an explosion going off because the gunpowder didn’t get stored in the proper place. Everything appeared to be in order including the sugar loving faeries hanging around. Walking up onto the main deck he could see the captain pacing around observing the going’s about on deck. He found an out of the way place to lean against the side of the ship and watch the remaining supplies and crew members find their places on the ship.

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From the first impressions he got of the crew here, they’d certainly have some interesting tales to tell. Seems like each and every person on the ship is trying to get away from something or make something of themselves, but he wasn’t about to judge. Avi did a quick mental inventory of all of his medical supplies and found them to be in good order. He grabbed a few leftover supplies and found a home for them in the various secured cabinets and bins around the med-bay. He’d already had to patch up a deckhand’s broken fingers after she lost her grip setting down a heavy crate, but it was nice to know that his skills wouldn’t go to waste on the ship. 

He picked up his belt from one of the side tables and set about placing the proper supplies in their proper pouches. Despite his healing magic he did like to have whatever he might need for smaller injuries that were bound to happen in the hourly goings on of a ship of this size. Burns, small broken bones, or the occasional black eye from some mess hall brawl. He’d seen it all as well as a hell of a lot worse. His supplies packed, he secured the belt and made his way on deck, taking care on the steps. People always assumed it was easier to have four legs rather than two, more stability or some nonsense, but stairs continued to prove that theory wrong.

He walked over to the dockside railing, watching the hustle and bustle of the port. He rested his arms on the rail and allowed himself a moment to relax. He could see their Captain keeping an eye on the deck and briefly wondered exactly how much stress she was under. Trying to get the ship set for sailing, learning about a new crew, and a new ship all at the same time. He shook his head, he was good with being the medic and nothing else, but he made a mental note to check in with her and make sure everything was going okay. Returning his attention to the docks he waited for the ship to set sail.