It was a good feeling when Sveta finally decided to come and talk to him. Despite what she said Trent stuck to the idea that she was pouting. Sure being humiliated and humbled were logical, but it all went together to him. Still he felt it best to not antagonize her any further on the matter. It would only serve to make them more hostile toward each other instead of patch up this already rocky relationship. They both had egos, and they were both stubborn. She had forced him to eat some humble pie with her challenge, he returned the favor, though unintentionally.<br/><br/>Trent listened when Sveta spoke about the low patches in the river, and her description of how it only got worse the further down river that they went. All indications pointed toward it being safer to travel on foot. He thought about things though, and paid close attention to where he steered the boat. The sky above threatened to expell itself down upon them and conjur the favorite weapon of the mighty Zeus himself.<br/><br/>The thunderous roar and bright flash was enough to startle most men. Trent even jumped a little, but that was in part due to these cannons that Sveta had mentioned. She dilligently held the flag while he made his approach. "Maybe we can trade them the boat for some supplies. If the river is as bad as you say it is we might be better off on land." Trent stated as he brought the boat closer to the dock. Men were everywhere, and they did not look too kind at all. Trent wished like hell his sword was attached to his hip, but he had left it since they were on the the water. A mistake he now regretted. The men before them were armed, and the words coming out of their mouth were foreign to him. They did not sound happy as they grabbed the side of the boat and tied it off. "Sveta, we could use some of that charm you posses, and I don't speak their lingo at all."