Meanwhile...
"That aught to do it," Velerel says to himself, after reading over his latest entry -- written in a mixture of common and another language. He closes his journal, stands up from the bed, where he had sat, leaning against a corner wall, and puts it away with his other books, on the far right side of the bookshelf. He looks around the room one last time, then exits.
Closing the door behind him, Velerel walks towards the stairs, smiling at an old memory that came into his mind a moment ago. He continues to the top floor of the ship, where he spots his raven, Nezeron, and walks up next to him. He takes the bird onto his forearm and begins to slowly and gently stroke his black feathers. "Say, did you ever figure out who that girl was -- she was kind of cute, don't you think?" He asks in a quiet tone, laughing a little, "Maybe she has a little bird-friend we could introduce you to."