[center][color=00a99d][h2]Vigil[/h2][/color][/center]

Vigil, as usual, remained silent for a good portion of the journey. In fact, he very rarely made eye contact with any companions, preferring to survey his surroundings and keep his eyes and ears open to any sound or flicker of movement within their vicinity. This was partially due to his own experiences in the Badlands, where danger could be around any corner, and the Tralaya attacking the city had proved that nowhere was truly safe... but it was also down to the fact that small talk was just not his forte. He wasn't familiar enough with any of his traveling companions to strike up conversation, and he felt that looking in their direction for longer than a couple of seconds would just highlight this and make his silence all the more awkward. Better to make everyone think he was too preoccupied to engage in conversation than cause everyone needless discomfort.

Eventually, Vigil's constant alertness paid off as he spotted the telltale signs of river-boats, and he quickly draws the party's attention to them. He listens as the group chatters amongst themselves as to what to do, his tail flickering side-to-side with agitation. Were he back in the Badlands and alongside a patrol of fellow Tough Shell warriors, he would be quick to organise a plan attack to drive these pirates away. However, this is not the Badlands, and he is too unfamiliar with the skills of his companions to theorize how best they could deal with this threat. He instead listens to the back-and-forth between Fran and I'Rajith, as the two discuss whether it was possible to sneak aboard the ship. [color=00a99d]"In my, err, current form, I fear stealth will not be possible for me,"[/color] he interjects, his face bearing into a slight grimace. He's starting to realise that Regis probably had the right idea about choosing a less defensive form for the journey. [color=00a99d]"However, I, erm, do think the lady Francesca has a point,"[/color] he says, nodding towards the human woman. [color=00a99d]"About taking shelter within the tombs. Give us time to observe these pirates. We don't want to be hasty, don't want to end up in a fight we're not prepared for."[/color] He winced slightly as he spoke, as he couldn't help but feel somewhat cowardly for suggesting such a thing. However, considering the events that had lead him to being in the Dale Lands, separated from his family and tribe, he wasn't about to suggest they rush in either. Being killed was a bad enough prospect, but the idea of his new allies being captured and finding themselves in a situation akin to what he had once been in was something he would not stand for.