Ogun nodded at the old Aviari silently, trying to think of possible sources of power he could leech from. The novice mages would work in a pinch but the risk of fatal harm would be high considering he'd be taking energy from them instead of receiving it. The chances of a turbine on this boat were slim and he most definitely did not want to intrude on their leaders' negotiations, peaceful cohabitation was going to be necessary to ensure their safety. To jeopardize it for the sake of asking a favor would be both foolish and rash. A buzz emanated from the giant, something akin to a sigh. Truly this day was not one of good fortune. For the moment though it would seem that he would have to find a better way to carry around his appendage. Kneeling so as to reach a more equal height with the little old woman, he placed his arm between them.<br/><i><br/>
"If it would not be a hindrance, may I have some surplus rope so I can tie my arm to my body?"</i><br/><br/>While waiting for his temporary solution, Ogun sat down, laying his unextended weapon across his lap. The weapon was of a strange, ancient make, a craftsmanship from before this time. Despite its age, the blade had only barely lost its edge and the moonlight still danced upon its surface. A rage seemed to appear from nowhere in his remaining hand and silently, ritualistically he started to clean the blade. Streaks of blood from the lizardmen remained caked upon its surface, sullying its appearance. Rubbing them out in long even strokes, the blade seemed to come to life, light bouncing off of it like the surface of a sapphire pool. His motions were mechanical and smooth, having been repeated for more days than some creatures have lived. Like magic the rag disappeared as soon as the blade was shining without a mark. Light danced inside Ogun, pleasant shades of blue and purple resembling the early evening skies leaked from the spaces between plates. This was when he was most at peace and suddenly it was broken by the commotion caused by the landing of some creature. It resembled an Aviari but was more skeletal in nature, like some dark, twisted mimic.<br/><br/>Standing up as the creature hisses and clicked a somewhat coherent message, Ogun left his arm and made his way through a parting crowd and stood before the messenger holding his blade in a non-combative stance.<br/><i><br/>
"The leader of this vessel is busy negotiating with a suddenly appeared guest, I can receive your message and vow that it is safely delivered, unaltered."</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>