<b><span style="text-decoration: underline">Meanwhile above deck</span></b><br/><br/>Donchen was busy fidgeting around various weapon crates to see if there was anything that could benefit him for the fights he will be getting himself into in the future. Sadly, anything that interested him just felt too big for him. But the intricate designing of Aviari craftsmanship, that's got to fetch a good price on the market. Maybe they wouldn't notice if he took a few of these items for himself. As cruel as stealing from these needy refugees is, Donchen will probably disregard it as compensation pay for getting them to safety.<br/><br/>He would soon be scrounging around pretty much everywhere for anything he could fence off. Gathering a variety of Aviari weapons, tools, and crafts work into the largest crate he could find on this ship. This was to be used so that he could carry it all, here's hoping they find a cart or a wagon along their travels to transport it effectively.<br/><br/>While putting the tiresome back work into it, it was about that time his tenderloin needed to be turned... Oh dear, apparently he hasn't thought through on that one. The Aviari smoke stand was too tall for the little Vulpari to work with, and he's going to need someone's help for that task. Heck he felt lucky that he could even get the piece of meat on there in the first place. He could go to the captain's cabin where Dawn and Verita were staying at the time, or he could go below deck to find either Lilith or Foran, who were having quite a fight unbeknownst to Donchen.<br/><br/>It would probably be a better idea for the Vulpari to seek the help of the two girls in the Captain's Cabin, considering he still fears Lilith for when he was caught by her at one point. He knocked on the door, calling out for their names.<b><span style="color: DarkOrange">"Verita? Dawn? Either of you in there?"</span></b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>