Aiden returned to the bridge, where Tirian was waiting for him.
"The unloading process is going smoothly, in about an hour we should have everything transferred to the port warehouse," the bald Chief Officer reported energetically, with each fold of his clothing still emitting the strong smell of tobacco, "The sailors who stayed on the island are quite fond of those 'local specialties' you brought back."
"There's a gathering tonight, if you're interested you should join," Tirian said offhandedly then couldn't help but take another look at Aiden, frowning and wrinkling his nose, "Did you light yourself up with your smoking?"
"... I may have overdone it a bit," Aiden touched his nose tip somewhat awkwardly, "Tobacco from Prand always seems to make it... hard to let go."
