Crane stood, turning to the crew as they arrived.  Once they were properly settled in the cabin, Crane decided that it was perhaps wise to let Osbourne sleep through his next spiel, in case he decided to mentioned something about his true identity, or the real motives behind his mission.<br/><br/>"Osbourne, sleep will not reverse my spell.  You may rest," Crane said softly.  The sea salt on his lips, gave his voice a slightly raspy sound.  In fact, the salt was so bitter, that he even started to regret drinking more water when he had the chance at the spring.  Shaking his head in annoyance, he turned to the two.  Once Crane decided it was safe to speak, he got up, and moved down the room, to another secluded spot behind several barrels.  From there he drew his blade, carving a small map into the wooden floor.<br/><br/>The small map depicted a crudely drawn ship, with a line ahead of it, indicating it's journey would take them South.  Slowly the crude boat began to change shape, its basic 2-D form slowly changed into an almost perfect rendition of the ship they were in.  Not only that, but little waves appeared on the board as well, rocking the image of the ship back and forth.  Crane smiled in delight, as he watched the magic from his sword animate his plans briefly, before dissipating.  This, much to Crane's disappointment, caused the carvings to return to their former state.<br/><br/>"Celris!" Whispered Crane urgently, "Come here, I need to speak to you."  Crane turned back to his drawings.  He waited a moment before speaking, to ensure that Celris would hear at least some of his plan.  "Celris," He began, "I would like to start by saying that nothing you say to Osbourne is safe.  I know what he is, as I'm sure you do too.  His kind were bred for only one reason and one reason only.<br/>To kill us.  To be frankly honest with you, I'm not even sure how I was able to fix him, and there isn't really..." Crane turned to where Osbourne sat dormant, lowering his voice to a mere whisper to prevent him from hearing.  "There isn't really a way  for me to just 'reverse' what I did up there."  Crane glanced at the floor, before turning back to Celris.  "As shown on that there map, we are traveling South to the dry lands.  I know of a person there, whom I trust immensely to help us.  She is a Feral seer, but to get to her hovel, we will have to pass her 'test'." Crane paused.  "Before that, we will be back in Tol'sel, city of the Feral.  Like I said, it will be easier to ally with them first, seeing as they are generally more reasonable."  Crane pushed a stray strand of hair from his face.  "I suggests you rest now, but be wary, for we are not welcome on this boat."<br/><br/>Crane picked himself off the hardwood floor, and moved to two large crates.  "If I'm still asleep in the morning, wake me," said Crane, before disappearing into one of the boxes for the night.