The warrior Lewin spoke in the language of trolls. It was a tribal dialect he was not familiar with, but not dissimilar to that of his own tribe. Marcellus, having met so few trolls in the past for fear of being hunted down by the forces of Lorsoul, was understandably somewhat shocked; shocked enough that he not only momentarily lost his composure, but also only vaguely registered the words of Fossil and completely missed departure of possibly the most valuable thing, or more accurately person, in the vicinity. His eyes widened suddenly and his lips parted, before he quickly regained face. Silently he cursed to himself. But the damage was already done. "To'sen nac'piel. Kirtash na sora mos." Somewhat surprised with himself, he climbed aboard and sat against a pile of boxes and rigging. It was only once he was seated that he noticed the disappearance of the prisoner and the slave, and the possible implications. That Fossil girl was a Red Leopard, after all. She could be useful in finding his quarry. The question was, was the possibility of the girl having useful information worth invalidating the information he'd just collected, as well as risking the wrath of some of the most powerful people in the city? Even as he was weighing the pros and cons, the decision of whether to go or stay was made for him.