He glanced sidelong, snapping from his stare and coming back to focus. His eyes set on the deck which played a plethora of different sounds, but out of curiosity, he filtered them, listening to Soviel and the Quartermaster talk. "Grafjell? There's nothin' there.", spat the Moor. "Haven't ye' heard of th' massive mountains, and th' secrets they hold? I've gotten more inf'rmation about it at th' Cove." Soviel had said, in confidence. The quartermaster just shook his head. "Wha'v'r ye' say." Cymic looked forward now that they seemed to grow quiet. He curiosly glanced up at his father, but abruptly darting his eyes away. Cymic feels the urge to move.
< Clamber into the Crow's Nest
< Go to the Captain's Quarters.
< Other?
< Clamber into the Crow's Nest
< Go to the Captain's Quarters.
< Other?