Yawar's estimation of Uban went up with his quick apology for the misunderstanding. Not everyone he'd met on his travels had been as accepting of supposed differences, and he was more comfortable working with these pirates knowing he wouldn't have to deal with snide comments and suppressed hostility. It was at this point that the two captains spoke, and the alliance was sealed. After the speech there was a mild confusion as people milled about, leaving to attend to their tasks or striking up conversations. Millie strode across the deck and unfurled one tentacle to prop against the wooden deck, lifted herself from the ship to the [i]Swift[/i], another tentacle reaching out and grasping a boney spur. Pulling herself down onto the dragon, who lazily paddled it's arms to keep steady with the ship. She disappeared from view as she went to retrieve the fish. Yawar gave Uban a smile and went to join his captain, he wanted to sort things out before going ahead. --- Kaga-met bid Berlin farewell with a dip of his head, and looked up to see Yawar approach, "All things are well?" He asked the chiurgeon softly, "No problems, the sailor, Uban, has been friendly, though the shifter has been watching me intently. It might have been for my glasses." Kaga-met replied, "Good. The shifter has a grudge against Barizians, he'd had a run in with slavers. Berlin left to work on it, and knowing what he can do I have confidence in his abilities. Millie's friend, Wheel, is also a berserker. The Path of Prosperity bastards won't know what hit them." They'd been huddled together for too long, it would be important to get to know the rest of these new allies, "Alright, let's make new friends, we'll all talk this evening." He clapped a hand on Yawar's shoulder. Taking the cue, Yawar moved away, approaching Hana and saying, "Your friends say that you're a weather mage?" --- Pieter left the group to go below decks and get the wine. Walking down the stairwell he could hear the muffled voices of Rohaan and Berlin. The two wine barrels were stacked next to an emergency crate of hardtack, and when he lifted the stout oak barrel it sloshed promisingly. He carried the first barrel to the foot of the stairs and went back for the second. Rohaan shouted, "Traitor!" and Pieter stopped for a moment, listening. The boy had trouble trusting strangers, but this was a rather strong reaction to the [i]Swift[/i] riders he thought. Hunting the Barizians had been unearthing a lot of bad memories, especially for a child who had just started to come out the other side of the terrors the slavers inflicted upon him. Nothing he could do about it this moment, Berlin was with him and he'd have to trust that would be enough. He'd help get dinner ready, so even if Rohaan was still hurt and scared, at least he'd be able to have something nice to eat. Going to the galley, he opened the copper bellied stove, gently stoked it with a few puffs of the bellow, and added a few sticks to the fire from the woven basket that sat next to the clay bricks that the stove rested on to keep the wood beneath it from getting too hot. It was a good thing he liked fish, since they ate it almost daily. Looping back, he carried the wine to the top, calling out, "Alright, finish whatevers left in your mugs so we can put something good in them." Whatever Rohaan was going through, it'd pass. --- Wheel stood to the side, silent with a small smile resting on his face.