Urd stared dumbfounded at the elvish mercenary, for the brief time Tyora took to inform her of what to do. She knew the advice made sense, that it was very clear an emergency was going on. But the weight of the situation hit the dwarf like a physical blow, they were far out to sea as far as she'd been made aware, if the ship really had to be abandoned people were going to die. Maybe everyone would. She looked back to the table and her two drinking companions. She opened her mouth several times, trying to reassure them, or herself, only to find herself uncharacteristically at a loss for words.<br/><br/>And then, as suddenly as the fear had overtaken her, Urd clenched her fingers into fists and smacked them against her hips. Whatever was happening, she'd face it head on, that was the dwarven way. And she wasn't about to let her belongings sink to the bottom of the ocean for that matter. She set off for her quarters, paying little attention to those around her until she'd gotten there. Most of her things were separated into two large packs, one full of the equipment she'd planned to use on the dig sight and the other a collection of books, many of them rare and all of them precious. Without a second thought, she hefted the mini library onto her shoulders and made to move up to the ship's deck.<br/><br/>A thought struck her, and she first went to the small table by her bunk to retrieve a small, golden figurine.<br/><br/>"Shiri guide me home," she mumbled under her breath. It was a prayer she'd learned to speak as a child, but this was the first time in her life the words had ever meant something to her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>