Vigdis stared into space disappointedly for a moment, having either overestimated J’eon’s available brainpower or misunderstood his question, leaning to the former. [color=00AEFF]”No. You need tools to make a horsesh- sword. We need tools to make ships. Except you need an anvil, hearth, bellows, tongs and some hammers. That won’t cut it here. Knowing math helps us come up with the thing so it works as intended as efficiently as possible, but math can’t influence the world.”[/color]

Vigdis’ chuckles came back anew during Ixtaro’s beheading tirade, but it gave her a weird idea. [color=00AEFF]”Would a new me grow from the severed head because that’s where the brain is, or would a new head grow from the body because that’s the path of least resistance? Or could you do both and have two of me here. That would help a lot, actually. Until the clone got jealous of my life and tried to kill me and take my place.”[/color] Vigdis grinned, waving a hand over being shoved out of the way. The ends justifies the means, even if she was mistaken, she was trying to save a life. 

Kareet’s explanation of the Zarseak transportation method wasn’t making the scene any better. [color=00AEFF]”There has [i]got to be[/i] a less disgusting way to travel than this. This is even worse than driving a Hyundai… if only just so. Who even thought of that?”[/color] Some troubled soul, no doubt about that in her mind.

She didn’t like what she was seeing. A respected figure showing deference to Silbermine. There’ll be no living with the nobleman now. [color=00AEFF]”Crap. Now he’s never gonna get off his high horse. And we’ll need to figure out another figure of speech, applying this one to a centaur evokes images in my mind and it’s hard to keep a straight face.”[/color] Vigdis said aside to Ixtaro. At least the Ascendancy Dragonborn and this Warden seemed to be on good terms, or good at pretending to be, that was something.[hr]Vigdis joined the feast, if only sticking to bits of the fish Shirik had given her. She did try a small sample of the Glen beer, just barely managing not to spit it out immediately after. Leaving it to be forgotten on the landfill of history, she turned to Kareet, whom she stayed close to, figuring having a native guide on hand could only be beneficial. [color=00AEFF]”Would you like to continue, or take a break and make a bet on how long until Silbermine and Nellara are teetering on the edge of an honor duel to the death again?”[/color]