Although his concentration was focused on one thing only he wasn't foolish enough to let himself become unaware of things happening around him. He'd occasionally gaze around to see if anything of note was happening. He caught Urick and Gippal giving him the stink eye. He couldn't tell why nor did he particular care. His guess being that perhaps it was some feelings of insecurity. A feeling that seemed to have subtly confirmed itself the moment Urick began to whittle himself. Still he gave them both a friendly wave and continued on his work. His pace changing as he focused on carving in details and textures. 

Hours later he would remain in the same old spot into the evening. While the peaceful monotony of the unchanging landscape made it seem safe. One could never be sure and as such it wouldn't hurt to remain vigilante. He didn't mind the solace or being exposed to the elements. His only company for the time would be a ball of light to allow him to continue into the night. That is until some girl came out on deck to gawk at scenery. It seemed like things would continue to be ho-hum until there was a violent rocking of the boat and cries of "FIENDS!" filled the air with sailors mobilizing to attack the beasties.

There was a look of disappointment on his face that if seen amidst the darkness was readily obvious.  He let out a discontented sigh as he watched three people already engaged the fighting.  It was all just such a damn shame. A damn that it was a fiend and not some naturally occurring creature of the deep as Kahl was craving calamari! Walking at a deliberate pace he made his way to the sprawling mass of tentacles, spite, and more tentacles.  Spotting its great big beady eye shimmering in the moonlight he hurled a half unfinished art figure pointy end forward to it. Where upon contact a magically charged explosion causing wooden shrapnel to embed itself.