Lewin, being joined by sailors and nymphs alike, saw his plan involved slightly more people than he originally intended. No matter. A slightly larger boat than originally planned and they would be good to go. He turned to the Nymph, stern.<span style="color: #808040">"One false move, nymph, and I'll cleave you in half. Got that?"</span>He then turned towards the harbour, seeing a suitable ship. He addressed the sailors.<span style="color: #808040">"Weigh anchor and loosen the rigging. I have enough power to give us a tailwind - we'll need it."</span>The sailors stoutly nodded and jumped into the boat to get it ready. Lewin basically threw the elven princess into the boat, and turned to the half-elf.<span style="color: #808040">"Take me to your superiors, and I will. I want to meet them."</span>He smashed open a nearby crate, throwing the food items within onto the boat. He didn't have time to check how well-stocked the boat was, so the various dried foods within could very well save them. He then jumped in, practically dragging the nymph boy with him.<span style="color: #808040">"Anchors aweigh! Let's get the hell out of here before the guard figures out there's a troll, a spy, a deserter and three escaped slaves on board!"</span>Only now did his facial complexion begin to grow pale. Those whith knowledge about magic may realise that this was not a sign of physical exertion, but a magical one. Lewin mustered the last of his strength to enchant the sails, causing them to be filled with wind.