A month at sea, that was way too long for someone whose feet only really belonged on lad.  But at least after the first few days he had gotten over the sea-sickness.  That was some of the worst few days he had had in a long time.  All he could do during that time was think about the group, and Verita that he had left behind to fend for themselves.  He left Lilith, and the others with the duty of protecting her, and in truth he could not say that decision was the correct one.  He didn’t trust any of them.<br/><br/>Also, beyond that, he had been having some very vivid nightmares from what he had watched Lilith do to the enemies.  And at the very end, using their still bleeding bodies as a sort of bed.  Those deadly monsters hadn’t scared him, no matter how good they were, but the ashen elf he had left the girl with scared him a bit.  She really was the Lilith of legends he had heard while growing up.  He felt guilt at just leaving her in their hands… but there was at least Dal’tek, dawn and Donchen.  They had seemed strong too.  The ramen, Foran... well, not as strong... he didn't trust that one either.<br/><br/>But the reason they had given him to leave was a good one, and one he had agreed with.  To protect the surviving Aviari on these two ships.  He would do that, to make sure they lived after his failure to be able to do anything against the monsters.  For the peace loving people and for the innocent one that had died in his care, Bethatha.<br/><br/>All that ran through Darion’s mind as he stood on the deck of the ship, leaning against the railing and looking out over the black water of night, watching the reflecting stars on the water.  Listening to the sails billow as they caught the wind.  And listening to the innocent sounds of all the Aviari that weren’t on the deck sailing the ship.  They were sleeping peacefully.  Something they all deserved and could use.<br/><br/>He stood there in some plain cloth pants and a shirt.  The only thing in his arsenal he was carrying was his sword at his hip.  There was no need for the armor out in the middle of the vast ocean.  Though around his head he had wrapped still the cloth bandages.  The wound from the creature he had fought and slain was still present, though it was healing.  As soon as the ships were underway, he had had one of the aviary that knew some medicine look at it.  And the word had not been good.<br/><br/>In the end, the eye had been cut and was lost, and gash was deep.  It would take more time to heal completely, but would leave a deep scar.  One more in the dozens he wore over his body.  The doctor hadn't had the skill to save or regenerate his eye.  He would forever now be cursed with that curse to his combat ability.  Warriors with only one eye had to rely on their skill alone to survive, and their armor.  But their combat prowess was lessened.   That wouldn't stop him ever though, he had to protect these people and eventually get people to provide payback against the evil leader of those monsters.  Currently though, he kept the bandages to be sure the still healing wound would not become infected.<br/><br/>It was only at the last minute while the thoughts plagued his mind that he heard something other than the sails, ocean, and the birds.  Something completely different.<br/><br/>Immediately Darion shoved all the thoughts that he had been sorting in his head into the back of his mind and out of the way.   That he could deal later with all those thoughts.  Turning Darion took in the sight of… something that he couldn't even begin to understand form over the ship.  All the could say was that it was magic.  Immediately he drew his blade upon laying his eyes on the disturbance, and then the fact that people were coming out of it.  His sword slid cleanly out of it’s sheath into his hand.  It was completely steady there, as if his mind hadn't been troubled.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">“Call the other ship!  Let them know something is happening, and wake everyone else up.  Be ready to flee if you need to!”</span>He called out to the Aviari that were sailing the ship.<br/><br/>The figures that fell out of the disturbance though were… odd to say the least from what he could see in the lantern light of the ship as he advanced closer.  The first one that seemed to move though was just a bit more confusing.  He could immediately identify her as an aviary, though she looked about as weathers at that moment as he and the rest of his old group had as soon as the city had been sacked.  In the lantern light he could not tell the color of her feathers, but he could tell they were partially burnt.  When she looked up at him, he stared right back, surprise only on his face a moment before his own weathered and bandaged face stared right back.<br/><br/>He held his sword ready, the metal shining in the lantern light as he answered her question with one of his own.<span style="color: seagreen">“I don’t think you are in the position to be asking questions.  You are the trespasser on this ship.  So who are you? And how did you just appear on this ship?”</span>he was not intimidated at all by the tone in his voice.  Not with the appearance of other strangers.  He had awareness of them all.  He would not be taken by surprise with all these lives in his hand.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>