Candida
*Theron would be minding his own business at one of the tables closest to the stairs, he himself preferring to wake up early. He was currently drinking water, like a normal person would do in a bar.*

"So you're awake, how's it like to be able to hold your drinks? I don't quite know how myself since I'm a light-weight."
Stephen
*She gave him the... EYE then got her food, sitting down next to him... Rubs her temples. Headaches aren't great. She wasn't having a good day... Maybe the oil will help
She hopes the oil will help. It's not a good feeling to be attacked by your only true friend*

"Uhhh... Head... Throb. Sleepy"

*God she even sounds like crap. Maybe she isn't as good of a drinker as she says she is.*
Candida
"I suppose that does happen after drinking too much. When you feel better we can go ahead and continue journeying over to New Salvainia. Should be good things waiting for us there."

*Theron sipped away on the glass cup, looking over at his companion who was now suffering. He had a smug look on his face, if Ein cared enough to notice him.*
Stephen
*Her meal was done, but she wasn't done fighting! She will move when she can... At least... After she fixes herself and her claymore. Just need some tree resin and a few pieces of wood. 

Smug meanie*

"I'll go today. I'll be fine. I fought bandits off like this... I'm good. I think" 

*At least she isn't puking?*
Candida
My wifi on computer died

"Well if you're so sure, we should get going. There is still much between us and the capital. Best not to waste more time here stumbling around... And I recommend you do not drink as much as you did yesterday."

*Theron stood up, chugging the rest of his `watur` before placing it back down on the table. He'd walk along over to the door, expecting his friend to not trip over anything as they followed his lead.*
Stephen
*She grabbed her things, slipping on her hood and... Other accoutrements. She also... Didn't trip! But she was a bit wonky, requiring a bit of support from her... Friend?*

"Let's forget about yesterday please... It's embarrassing*
Candida
"If you insist on doing so, then just for you, I'll accept... But a piece of paper can't forget."

*Theron `kek'd` to himself, leading the poor Ein along since it looked like she was struggling. He opened the door and let her go in front, just in case she somehow tripped on the doorframe... Somehow.*
Stephen
"A piece... Of paper? What. Did you write it down? I'd like that please. I have an image"

*She said, staring* ***Down*** *At him due to his relative size to her. That and the fact she always gives the* ***Eye*** *To people when hung over.*
Candida
"An image of... What? Don't you have your own book? I feel that you're being selfish in this situation."

*Theron felt some intimidation from Ein, now that she was constantly giving him some sort of glare... The size difference wasn't of much concern. Although remembering her strength, he supposed he should start being more careful right now.*
Stephen
*That scary look slowly morphed into a confused look. That or she still looks scary because she has her hood on and hasn't... You know, straightened her hair*

"So... You didn't write it down? What piece of paper then?" 

*She is extremely confused at this point. What is happening. Maybe she needs her head checked.. Or maybe it's the ALCOHOL!*
Candida
"... Just don't mind it, you've had a long night, you can wake up fully once we're setting off."

*Theron decided to not have her be so troubled about something of little significance. He'd stop leading her along like some old lady, now walking beside her and ensuring that she wasn't about to just keel over.*

"In any case, how do you think we should proceed? I think a Ferry across the strait could be beneficial."
Stephen
*Twitch... Then suddenly her whole attitude changed. Really suddenly in fact, it was almost as if she wasn't hung over for a second. She sheepishly replied*

"Y-Yeah... That's the best way. Yeah..." 

*She has a major thing with sea sickness... And she hasn't been on a boat after she nearly fell overboard. She doesn't know how to swim*
Candida
*Theron raised a brow, watching his somewhat around the averagely sized friend get... Ceased up? He assumed, anyway. Could there be something wrong with the Ferries around here?*

"Do you have a problem with using the Ferry? It may seem unsafe, but piracy across the strait is rarely seen... Due to most bandits being unable to afford ships, and the ones they do obtain get sold off."

*Theron continued to watch her, keeping pace with her as he did what he thought would give her comfort.*
Stephen
"Ah well... You see... Nevermind. It's fine. The sea cant hurt me. I'm more powerful than some salty water"

*Totally. Yeah. She is. Don't worry! She'll be fine. Maybe she might puke a bit and get some sea sicknesss... But she'll be fine. She also... Fiddled with her cuirass and hood... Just for the awkward feel*
Candida
"Do you know how to swim?"

*Theron decided to pry into Ein's skillset rather bluntly. This could be useful later on, if anything was to go wrong... But most likely she was already worrying about something like that if he only begun to think about.*

"Most people wouldn't know how to, especially if their entire life was spent working on fertile soil."
Stephen
"Well... No. But I do know how to... Use swords... And polearms. Swimming... Isn't something that I'd use often... If i work in the fields"

*She decides... That she'll try making a joke, inhaling then...*

"Especially in harvesting season"

*That sounded better in her head. Her parents and ancestors are now disappointed in her. She is now cursed for the rest of her life. Just kidding*
Candida
"Good to know. I can't teach you within a day, so I'll suggest you two things... Since you seem to be worrying about it."

*Theron pointed a finger at her, expecting her to listen.*

"No armor or large weapons on your person... If you want to tempt fate, then only have a dagger with you. They will only cause you to sink faster or impede your ability to swim... Other than this, try to find a large piece of wood to hoist yourself onto or to hang onto. The wood will be able to float because it is more spread out along the water."
Stephen
".... Fine. Thanks for that tip, but I think I won't be staying anywhere near the edge. Doubt I'll fall off. But... My gear is expensive... It costs more than I probably do in the slave market!"

*Why was she getting fingers pointed at her? She feels attacked*
Candida
"We can just spend the day or three under the deck. Merchants keep their cargo there, and no one would mind if some extra space is `borrowed`..."

*Theron returned to his rather passive state of walking beside Ein, the sound of the gulls growing louder. They were closing in on the docks, and if attention was drawn to the sound, one could easily see the rather large ship docking. Many people crossed over from both sides, for whatever reasons they had, and it could be clearly seen in the line-up.*
Stephen
"Plus... It's always... Easier cut someone down when they can't move."

*She's already thinking about killing bad guys. No stop, not now. Too early. Kill at like... 18:00.*

"Haven't drawn my sword much as of recent"
Candida
"Well it will be some more time before you draw it, I've already given you reasons against the ship sinking. Keep your mind off it... The biggest danger on the ferry would be a petty thief."

*Theron sighed, stepping next to the mob that was preparing to enter the Ferry. They would board it soon enough, as you could see the workers of the dock preparing a sort of large board that would act as a way to cross onto the ship... Dozens of people walking off the ferry and into the town.*

"Behave yourself... And do not stain my equipment if you feel sea sick."
Stephen
"I'll be sure to swallow my inside contents for your sake"

*She said, with a smuggly grin. She's becoming normal again. But she still looks like crap. She needs to wake up with a nice icy plunge!* 

"That's... A big boat. I wonder how much grain they can fit in that?"
Candida
"I don't know exactly, but I'd assume a lot. Along with other things such as trade items, personal belongings, materials... Who knows."

*The pair would get shuffled onto the ferry after about ten minutes of sitting around, due to the unloading and loading process of people and cargo alike. Once finished, the sailors would signals to the dock workers to untie them and let the ship proceed to it's destination. The pair would be, by now, sandwiched at the center of the boat... A somewhat long and overpopulated journey of the high seas ahead of them.*