As the Airship slowed in its plummet Dariq finally got free of the rigging, dropping onto the floor, realizing he was not going to be able to patch the balloon before it emptied since he got stuck, he immediately rose from the deck and made way to the man now lying on the deck, the other one who had landed on the ship with a thud. Sitting back on his heels he looked inquisitively at the man to see if he was one of them who was going to attack them. Guessing he wasn't purely because of his dress code Dariq merely shrugged out his sword and sat patiently on his heels as he waited for the man to get up now that they were no longer falling at a vast rate. "That was quite the tumble ya' 'ad there. I 'ope you wern't planning on ending any'ting since we are just startin' summat. An' ya' ain't gannin off 'till we reach a new dock lad." He said kindly. His sword held loosely in his hand just to say 'just because I amm not going to kill you doe not mean I trust you.' Smiling he stood up again and proffered his hand to the man. "In any rate, welcome aboard young laddie, we need more men aboard this vessel." he added with a chuckle.