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A young woman had watched the conversation, her face set in a slight frown of disappointment. When the reddish blob had been spotted on the horizon, she had been hopeful for a battle, but the crawling wreckage and the specter of a man upon it proved to be nothing of the sort. She was, however, mildly impressed by the male as he not only managed speech, but to drag himself to the railing. Heck, he was still alive, when the state of his ship said that he should be rotting like, presumably, the rest of the crew.

A nod from the captain was the signal to get a gangplank, which Freidis was nearly able to move on her own, and with the help of another she laid it down to bridge the gap between the ships. A straight heavy blade hung at her side, and a round wooden shield on her back, it was surprising to see how light the woman was on her feet. At least for those who hadn't gotten used to her by now. In a show of this, Freidis stepped over to the other ship in only a few sure steps with no evident fear of falling into the water.

Once on the deck of the Red Comet, she looked back to Captain Jameson with a look of inquiry, and motioned lightly as if picking up a sack of grain, indicating that Casval was in fact, a sack of gain. She didn't seem to care what the half-dead man thought of this, however, as she didn't ask or even look at him at more than an object.