When Hraldmir emerged from the cabin with the captain he seemed far calmer than he'd appeared an hour or so before, though to call the dwarf completely satisfied with the discussion would be a lie. However, he raised no further complaints or concerns with those he'd had issue with earlier that morning - spending the hours that followed alternating between the tasks he could find, laying claim to a bunk where he could store his heftier possessions then finding his way about the ship, not only familiarizing himself with the layout but scouting its interior for shoddy craftsmanship.
While he had not the time or experience at sea as some of the others aboard the vessel this was not Hraldmir's first foray into waves, his long years serving him well for a breadth of experiences he could put to use. His people were renowned for their craftsmanship - of metal and stone most famously, but the dwarves had eyes for all fine work - and a gift for construction. Brushing through the depths of the ship the dwarf uncovered weaknesses of wood and inefficient structure, the decent work of the carpenters clearly having not done as thorough a job as a first glance may have seemed.
Thus Hraldmir found himself busy with marking down his discoveries, taking up spare planks to serve as makeshift reinforcement that would better serve the structural integrity of the Banshee. Once they hit Traders Bay and had both the supplies and tools he could perform far better work, given time, but with the setting of the sun the dwarf emerged above deck after the hours of hammer on wood - wiping his brow and reasonably satisfied that the inner hull wouldn't give way were they to scratch some coral.
He was in time to catch sight of the albatross taking flight away from them, watching the bird for a lazy moment before crossing to the opposite railing - looking out at the sea and setting sun. The cool breeze was refreshing, a brief reprieve before his head cocked slightly to one side - as if hearing
I am Inferi.
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