Sirka quickly took the chunk of meat, holding it close to her like as if it would be taken away from her in any second. The fact that it was in the starting stages of decay bothered her little, whatever harmful bacteria were on it would be burned away before the meat even hit her stomach. At worst, it affected the taste. This was highly uncharacteristic of the warlock though, but who was Sirka to watch a gifted cow in the mouth? Or was that a sheep? One of those farm animals...<br/><br/>As the warlock approached, Sirka huddled towards the back of her cage, holding her new prize protectively as she took large bites off of the meat. The warlock once more spoke in her gobbledigook language, and Sirka still wasnt sure whether it was an incantation or not. But while the fire nymph couldnt understand a word that was said, she did understand the tone of voice. It was true what the warlock was saying, Sirka could feel that terrifying power lingering just on the horizon like a thunderstorm, sending waves of horrifying energy across the seas with its silent thunderclaps. It made Sirka feel more than a little uncomfortable, it made her feel downright terrified. And if a fire nymph is scared of something, you know its serious.<br/><br/>And this ship was heading straight for it...<br/><br/>Sirka squirmed in her cage, moving back and forth like a wild animal.<b><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"W-where are we going? We... We need to get out of here..."</span></span></b>She asked, her voice trembling softly. She was well aware that even if the warlock gave her an answer, she wouldnt understand a word of it, but maybe Vhaern or Tyora could make sense of it?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>