Lewin, in what was probably the shortest barserk he had ever done, stood dazed for a brief moment as his mind was cleared of rage before it actually ever started properly. Looking around, he got the gist of the situation. He sheathed Mince, and hopped onto the boat, cutting the last bit of rope that held them tethered to the harbour. He felt the boat jerk with acceleration, about to leave port. He turned to the slave girl.<span style="color: #808040">"Come on, get in! We need to leave!"</span>