The Captain muttered to himself as Britomart started barking orders but otherwise ignored her, the harpoons being fired at the boat all missing by varying margins.<span style="color: Navy">"They been takin' aim at every ship ta go through. We... borrowed a few o' dem Blood Elf mages, from the prions, we been usin' them to shields our boats and we'll be out of their range in..." </span>He looked up at the boat for a moment and nodded.<span style="color: Navy"> "Now. We be safe so go back to yer' conversation an' let me be, this part is kinda tricky."</span>Rather than going straight to the dock he veered off into a large cavern that looped around.<span style="color: Navy">"We'll be reachin' land in less than three minutes, get ready to get yer shit off my boat."</span>Jim shook his head and stood up. "Come on dear, let's go get the rookies ready."<br/><br/>They were sent deeper into Bayne's mind, the ground tainted and oozing with each step the priestess took. Memories of Ademia appeared similar to the past hallway, and just like the last hallway images appeared in front of the memories but instead of being other women they were all of Bayne in different states of injury.<span style="color: Red"> "If you'd rather her forgive Ademia on her own then you can leave now, but why don't you watch a few of these memories first and then decide."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>