Faysal listened intently to Blue's coaching as she showed him the map, trying to wrap his brain around it. At this point he was trying to compare it with the glyphs and markings of his religion, but it was still just slightly beyond his grasp to read. Perhaps in time he could understand, he was confident he could. He understood what she was saying just fine even if he didn't understand the map though, so he wasn't completely useless.<br/><br/>Faysal bowed his head in greeting to Ruby, "<span style="color: red">Blessings upon you, Ruby.</span>" He made a horizontal motion in the air with his blood stained thumb in Ruby's direction. "<span style="color: red">Good, I would like to put this place behind us soon.</span>" He spoke in a tired tone, he didn't enjoy staying in one place for very long because it gave him to for his thoughts to drift toward home. The only memories he had of his home were ones of pain and hardship, the constant struggle to survive and prove your worth in the eyes of the Gods and your ancestors.<br/><br/>He turned his eyes to the horizon for a moment, looking into the distant gathering clouds. "<span style="color: red">Foreboding weather.</span>" Faysal spoke quietly and in a very serious tone. He wondered to himself if it was a sign from the Gods or not, and if so what it might mean. It could be a good sign, a sign of strength and perseverence, or it could be a sign of disaster. Judging by this ship's history he was confident that either way it went they would likely manage to pull through somehow.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>