[sblock=Galley, easily observable]*Diedrik couldn't help but feel somewhat amused also by the Altanian couple's display of activity.*
[sblock=Larakese]"Heh, a coldbox. This ship has some nice features," he says, pondering on what kind of things he could put in it for fun, "Yotsu-san, when you're ready we can make our security assessment of the ship."[/sblock]
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Bront said:
"Let me know if my services are needed for patrol as well. I must confess I am not a stranger to a blade."
"Another sword arm is always welcome, Kirkesh," Diedrik replied in appreciation of the offer.[/sblock]
*Diedrik leaned back and gazed at the galley ceiling.*[/sblock]
[sblock=Rystil]*Diedrik leaned back and gazed at the galley ceiling. He couldn't help but wonder the odds of throwing his fork and managing to have it embed enough into the ceiling to have it stay there a while. At least long enough to drop into the meal of whoever ate in that spot next, but that was probably wishful thinking.*
Kirkesh made an offer to help with guard duty. I guess I could give him a slightly heavier workload than the rest, reason that I think he's more qualified and thusly good to have around as often as possible. I'll see when the time comes. Hmm, but since he's left that reminds me...
*Diedrik glances over to Vanessa. Now was his opportunity to shed some light on what had happened, and whether it posed a threat to the expedition. He waits a short while, making sure that Kirkesh wasn't coming back for any last goodbyes before they separate for the day.*[/sblock]