After the assistance from the strange young man, this black-haired man in a wheelchair was finally ready to explore the actual ship. The first thing that stuck out was the amount of weapons surrounding him at any given moment. The metals in them made his bones crawl, from the three weapons carried by the young lad that pushed her up the ramp, to the ship's crew, the noble lady's guards, and some small cloaked person carrying a bunch of daggers. The dampness in this whole place added to his anxiety too. This place is too far from safe, yet this was a voyage he needed to take.

	He stopped at the other side of the ship, not too close from the old man and the noble lady. He pulled a lever just above the right wheel of his chair, which seemed to be some kind of brake function that kept his wheels from rolling. In his coat he reached inside to take out a flask, and lowered his face mask just enough to not reveal his lower lip. He took a swig of a clear liquid from the flask. It seemed like water.

	He noticed the old man staring at him. "[color=fdc68a]This is not edible for you. I'm not sharing.[/color]"