At Margaret’s answer, Dara simply smiled softly, nodding, content, before watching the men work. Once the smaller boat was lashed to the larger one, someone from the upper deck threw a ladder down, which Balto quick grabbed, attaching it firmly, before beginning the climb up. Ivor followed suit, the Captain intending to ensure things were safe, with Dara going up last.

Things on the deck seemed fine enough, with a few sailors mulling about, though their expressions seemed dour. Balto smirked, “Well, good you you lot. Of course, who knows what would have happened if you’d messed up.” Leaning in closer to the man he was addressing, he grumbled, “The cargo [i]is[/i] fine, right?”

“What’s this ship carrying, anyway,” Ivorio wondered aloud.

Balto shrugged, “Eh, not important to you fellas.” However, now that Margaret was closer to the ship, she could tell that there wasn’t much room below deck for anything other than the life forms she could sense.