Vernon looked around him. Everyone were gathering into pairs or small groups to go and search for the city. The captain seemed to be in his own thoughts. Either he haven't heard Vernon or then he preferred to go alone. Vernon estimated the groups that were heading to the city. He wasn't worried about Aelfric, Merche and Emladrin. That group could survive on their own. He was a bit worried about Alory and Leddy. Alory could fight, but Vernon couldn't help thinking how Leddy would handle in the battle. She wasn't warrior and she was beautiful. Knowing the bad reputation of this city they might be attacked.

Vernon was already going to ask if the two of them needed help, when he noticed Elweise who was away from everyone else. He slowly walked over her. "Heading to the city, miss?" he asked politely as always.

- Emladin held back a scoff as the numb-skull did an odd flex motion, but was even more so confused when he took it back akwardly. Hashari rarely do that. "So, it is decided then, I will acompany you," Imladrin was trying to make it clear that the company of Merche was not welcomed, and he knew that, despite his best insults, the monster was smart enough to pick it up. Also, what Emladrin planned to face wasn't something for something as bad as fighting, and despite his hate for her he tossed her one of his low-grade daggers, knowing that she'll need it. Emladrin looked onto the city that had people that already were fighting that he could see from the docks, and three shots rang out as the event became final about a hundred feet from where he stood. I hope at least one of them come back, their lives are so short, thought Emladrin, but what had to be done had to be don. "Shall we begin?"

Although she knew little of Aelfric Marickson, Merche had no qualms going into the city as a guide for him, as if also seemed that everyone was planning to wander the city in small bands anyway.
”I shall trust you with my safety as you may trust me as a shepherd.”
With that, Merche once more briefed a small smile, which was quickly washed up by the approach of Emladrin to the duo, after his talks with the captain. Despite approaching the two, he only allowed sights on her larger companion, altogether ignoring Merche’s presence. The harpy’s face was once more twisted into a scowl, followed by a sharp look at the scout, as he asked "Might I join you?" to Aelfric solely, as if Merche was not involved in the slightest. Before the navigator could give Emladrin an equally sharp tongue for his behaviour, Aelfric cut in, equally suspecting the tense atmosphere.

"Soften your words Wind-speaker. I don't like your tone. Just because you can shoot a bow does not mean you can fight a true warrior in blade to blade combat, so show some respect!"
Merche remained quiet so far, far too proud to let a sour character such as Emladrin Ozguard irk her, however her youthful anger was early getting the best of her, not quite used to the situation of someone looking down upon her as nothing more than a squawkling. No, this was her first post on an air-ship of any kind; she could not jeopardise it with petty tongue-swishings.
However this proved quite hard, as Emladrin continued to ignore her, only interacting through Aelfric, even indicating that he did not consider Merche into the group.

”Yes, you may accompany us.” Merche interjected bitterly, her words sharp in tone as she gave a grave glare in the direction of Emladrin. Her deathly stare would have continued, if not by the small donation of a dagger in her direction from the scout. Unbeknownst to him, Merche already carried a concealed dagger, however accepted it, her talons lifting it up from ground from whence it was thrown, placing it into the folds of her clothing.

”I suppose a dagger shall protect me from any foul play that may lie ahead of us” Merche noted, her words as sour as ever, almost suggesting that said foul play could, potentially, spout from a particular ship member, however she left the comment vague. She doubted he would try anything with her; after all, without her, there was little chance that they could navigate out of the pirate-riddled hole they were dug into. Nonetheless, the harpy was wary, and eager to get on the road.

”Yes, if anyone wants to get of their business done, it better be soon; the more time we spend in the city, there is more chance we will fall into troubles…”
Merche mused her given information by inspecting the city that was sprawled in front of them once more, squinting in it’s direction as if to decipher its presence.
”If we stick around the middle of the city we should be safe. More pickpockets, however it is safer than just wandering the alleyways.”

Despite her young age and the fact that this was one of her first journeys beyond her own home island, Merche seemed to have a good grasp on the city or, perhaps more accurately, had a good grasp on how cities usually function. It was one of the lessons she learned in her studies to the point that, in most cities, Merche was able to figure out the best way to wander the location, however this was Merche’s first experience in it. She also did not account for any potential threats to the ship if and when left alone, which was a problem that was, indeed, in need to be looked at…

As Aelfric watched the verbal play between the two, wandering if he should intervene, the harpy mentioned pickpockets. "Is it socially acceptable to kill one who tries to steal? Or is that frowned upon? I'm confused as to what is legal and isn't." As he says this he lets out a low rumbling chuckle, that seems to reverberate through the air. "Also, what is the quarrel between you two? We are ship-mates, comrades! It is not seemly to fight amongst ourselves, especially seeing as this city will try to kill us. Wind-Speaker, keep a some-what civil attitude. You're the fight-starter here, and I want it ended. Do you hear me?". While Aelfric was saying this, he bashed his fist against his muscled chest and then into Emladrin's, to show a point. He also began to wonder if he would need to take some of his war-paint with him into the city, for it would be against his vow to kill people without his paint.. And then he turned towards Merche, and said "If he continues this way then I shall use my authority as the First Mate to restrain him to the ship, and if he refuses then I shall cut him down. Lack of Dicipline will NOT be tolerated."

Al returned as fast as he had gone, running down the deck with his face flushed. In addition to his usual apparatus, now he carried a Cutlass and a pistol carved with floral patterns. Hidden under his shirt, causing a certain volume in the tissue, he brought bands where the ammunition and his powder flasks were locked. Maybe - just maybe - he was over-armed, but he had never visited such a dangerous place with a beautiful woman, and did not know what exactly they could face. Better safe than sorry.
"Alright, I am ready. I know of nothing in the city, but I think it would be fun ... We finding out on our own. " He said and, awkwardly, bent his arm, offering it so that it would uphold hers. "If you’re all set, we can leave."
He waited for her to manifest and then began to exit the ship . Around him, he watched calmly the rest of the crew talking. Small groups of expedition were forming, and discussions that he could not understand buzzed in his ears . After having lingered on each crew member, his eyes turned to Leddy, then to the city, dark, grayish, mysterious... and glistened.

They were already off boat and still a few seconds passed before Alory realized Leddy was rushing an awful much to accompany him. He would have to almost travel in slow-motion in attempt to match her pace, since his legs were extremely long, and his steps, even longer, but Al eventually managed to compromise. There weren't many citizens in the street, which were dark and synister, and as big and tough as Al was, he couldn't help but feel comforted by Leddy's presence. As they walk down a narrow ally where, their feet clacked on the stone paved ground and Al's hand rested on his sword handle. He was uneasy and his mind was drifting to strange places, memories of stories from his childhood, so he tried to focus on his companion, who didn't seem all that nervous.
"Leddy, must you call me Mr. Green?" He laughed gently, her formal manners really entertained him. Perhaps, if she didn't worry as much over the language, he wouldn't be fond of her just as much. "I am no ones mister. It would be better to just call me Al."
His anxiety diminished when the ally culminated in a wide square. It was yet a bit shady, three or four strange individuals, apparently all men, wandered around, but things seemed so... Curious, now. The day light softly enlightened the rooftops, old shops, glass windows and strange objects behind them.
"Speaking of names" Al said lowly "funny, isn't it? I have been asking myself why call it 'The City Of Death' since I was a child"
He gave her a spooky glance. Of course it was just play, Alory sometimes could still behave like a child.

- Emladrin's jaw set as he heard the threat rumble off the numb-skull's lips. Emladrin began to speak in a tone that should not offend any body, he would not want to go back to the caravan, "I meant no disobedience sir, it was just quarrels almost as old as I, but remember this when you feel obligated to threaten me openly again; neither your strength nor your rank will protect you in your sleep. And as to you, Merche, I do not like you, however I would never harm someone that has not harmed me directly and since you are my comrade I would die for you." Emladrin thought that would settle the dispute so he could finally get in the city and deal with the obvious problem that seemed to only loom over his head.

The puzzled look Leddy gave him was answered by Alory with a smile. He liked her simplicity, her naivety , and the way the young elf took everything so seriously. After all, he had only asked of her to call him by his birth name. He made ​​the request as if it were not important, but she saw it as an essential learning experience. It made him feel less ignorant than he was usually treated as, not because she was ignorant, but because she took enormous interest in the knowledge that, for him, was basic and easy to put into words. Even if Alory was not an academic or even very astute, he did not like being treated like an imbecile, it hurt his pride, and it was something that happened constantly. Of course he knew that, if it was him in her position, trying to learn about her culture, language and costumes, she would be a far better teacher, but he still felt a bit needed.
"Well, not exactly. Everything depends on the relationship that exists between you and other person. Calling someone by family name is a way to show respect, kindness. " He tried to explain in the most precise terms that came to his mind. Usually he was the one who needed explanations, so it was a bit of a struggle. "But when you become close to someone, or when allowed, is not necessary. Friends call each other by first name."
He watched the face of his companion to make sure she understood everything correctly. Did not wish to end up teaching something wrong.
Soon after his own playful commentary, Alory himself felt a shiver creep up his spine. Those people could notice his presence and Leddys too, and the atmosphere became a little tense. The vulturous figures seemed to turn towards them as if whispering for themselves of the arrival of odd strangers. Alory gulped and turned to his companion, interrupting the walk.
"Never mind, it was just an expression. It was foolish. Now listen, Lindethiel, there was something you needed to buy? I believe we can find some shops, so I brought us some coins." He questioned, his back turned to the men in the square, trying to block the view of Leddy with his body. "After that I think we will have a better sense of where is what."

As the wind-speaker spoke his words Aelfric began to calm. "Then we have an agreement. No fighting amongst the crew while I am First Mate." these words were carefully chosen as the least rude he could consider. After saying the words he looked out over the city again, which had really begun to call forth to his adventurer's spirit, which had sadly slumbered since he left Hashar. The years of blood-shed fighting the insectoid skraelings had been the thing that had honed his spirit. Now he finally had the chance to see things that a hashar had not seen for a long time, and the thought excited him, and nothing would stand in his way. Aelfric took a few steps forward to the gangplank and called out, "It is time to head into the cities my comrades! Forward to whatever may come!"