Maithien gave a hurt expression, upset by the hunter's request to move on. "Bu.. Bu-t I practiced a speech and everything!" He argued, nearly flabbergasted at the thought of the woman not staying to listen. "Bah!" He grumbled, waving his hand in a dismissive manner. "If you so wish, though while you're down there please tell Mister Maelvon that if it lets him sleep better at night. He may go to the port-master and hire some extra hands. I would do this myself, but it seems he did not find it fit to stay on deck to wait for an answer." Maithien then grabbed the papers from Katewyn before focusing back on the group.

"Well Miss Aria, we will be stopping at a village on the surface named Braelv to.... Pick something up you see." Maithien answered with a smile on his face, before catching a whiff of something interesting. [i]'What is that smell? Slightly fruity... Where in blazes is it coming from?!'[/i] Had the dock workers put some of his crates of food stores in the wrong place?!