Keeping his hands gripped firmly around the railing of the ship, bone like hands digging into the wooden railing turning what was left of the skin white with the hard grip. Sighing the last good breath of salt water he might get for a long time. The Ramen looked around the deck of the ship and saw a person he was looking for, a slightly blushed Dawn was facing the small village they could see.<br/><br/>Taking his grip on and off the handles of his swords making sure the leather was strapped in the way he liked it. Both blades shared a scabbard that he had modified to fit both of the large sword into it. Each one could be classified as a two handed sword as they had large handles and longer blades with more weight. Back to he scabbard however the  leather was patched up and a messy stitching ran down the edge to show where he had been working on it. On the inside there was also a thin layer of fabric to keep the blades from dulling each other.<br/><br/>Satisfied his swords were held in and on his shoulder right, Foran moved towards the life raft and looked around at the group that was loading into the small boat. “Once we get out there, Don't split up if we can help it” Helping out with the rigging and trying to figure out how to lower the small boat to where they needed to be. “Shouldn't we keep this ship as our escape rout?” He offhandedly mentioned to the group while they worked. Not getting into why he thought that himself he left the idea hanging in the air that they would need to run from whatever was in the town, as it seemed their luck was less than stellar when it came to new places.<br/><br/>Adjusting his shoulder pad the metal wrist guards he wore, they had moved around while he was working with the ropes. You could see the black scar on his back might have gotten infected or maybe was just still in danger of reopening. It didn't show on his face or impede him in any way, at least not in any way you can see. But the danger of the frail bones Ramen dieing from something so simple would be almost comical. A short ironic death for the warrior. Maybe it would be poetic that he die from something so simple. While they got the boating ready his thoughts had shown on his face, it got darker and more depressed. 'what would happen if I die now? I wouldn't get revenge, would never be able to help anyone. I would be free though, no more pain, maybe I would come back as a smooth skinned human, someone rich and powerful?' he had to admit he liked the idea of being human no matter how much the word seemed to leave a bitter taste in his mouth.<br/><br/>Spitting over the railing and turning to face the small group he almost thought he was Dorian or Razor among them. He felt along after he realized they were not. However he felt something else and smiled looking more like the shy Ramen they first met, protecting this group was his job now, the druid girl was their best hope at killing the general and if that was where they were heading Foran would follow every step of the way. Dorian wanted them to protect the druid, even if she had asked Ashy rather them him, he felt like it had also been extended to him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>