I followed Yr'Arl up through the interior of the so-called Sloop-Of-War.
What I hadn't expected was for the ship to already be inhabited by both ground troops and a full complement of ship hands already.
As I floated through the confines of the ship I was acutely aware of all the looks I was getting. Some were filled with awe, others were filled with fear.
Some of them likely saw me as a hero, the one who helped their friends and family escape from the war torn landscape of Prespian City.
Others, those who had no doubt heard the scuttlebutt about my current situation, no doubt felt fear toward the being who could crack the interior of a ship merely by walking around inside of it.
I'd be terrified of a creature like that, something so unstable.
I kept myself from sighing out loud. I didn't want to worry the men anymore than they were already worried.
