Urd clambered onto the deck of the ship, lugging her large pack of tomes with typical dwarven tenacity and lack of grace. The situation looked as grim as she'd feared, sailors rushing to and fro with barrels and other various wooden bits and pieces. Grabbing one of the passing men by the arm, she found herself looking up into a face more stricken with fear than she would ever care to see.<br/><br/>"What're you gathering all this debris for?" she demanded of him, gesturing with her free hand while the other kept a firm hold on his arm to keep him still.<br/><br/>"N-n-no boats!" the sailor stammered in his panic. "We don-don't know who... wh-who did it. Please!" Fear giving him strength, he managed to pull free of Urd's grip and rushed away.<br/><br/>For the first time the dwarf gained a hint of the malevolence which almost seemed to be emanating from the dense fog. This wasn't simply a natural disaster, something out there<i>wanted</i>the ship sunk and the people onboard submerged along with it. As grim as that thought was, it also kindled Urd's fighting spirit. Nature was wild and untameable, but a foe could be hurt, could be beaten. Seeing Tyora was also on deck, Urd strode over to the elf and set down her pack with a noticeable thud.<br/><br/>"Keep an eye on this for me," she bade the bodyguard, her tone indicating it was more of a request than anything else. "I'll help the crew with their makeshift life rafts."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>