The crew would return the following day to a ship newly painted a wonderfully deep coat of red. Particularly one section of the hold...<br/><br/>"No problems to speak of, Sin." Valspan would inform her as she arrived, Evelyn perched lifelessly in his vines, also there to greet the captain back. The doll was immaculate as always, though there was still a bit of dried blood on some of Valspan's vines. The vacant eyed dragoness was standing near her tree master silently, not even looking at the crew as they all came aboard.<br/><br/>Valspan's eyes darted to the crate containing the clone of Yggdrasil, but he didn't say anything. How does one react when their patron deity is within arms reach? In this particular case, his reaction was tempered by a past life of not being a tree, so he didn't particularly mind that the sometimes impulsive goddess was aboard. He'd met her more than once too, twice in the forest and once on the road. She was different every time, but Goada eyes saw deeper than most, so to him she was the same  entity of vast compassion, patience, and love she'd always been since she was born. He'd sensed her hand amongst the crew since he'd met them, their equipment imbued with her power. IT was one of the reasons he was so willing to work with them. Why she chose to actually come aboard now was beyond his mortal comprehension. Perhaps this business with Spectra was more serious than he had thought. Valspan was beginning to consider taking Evelyn and being on his way from this strangely fated journey. Evelyn herself was also eager to move on to places where she could kill anyone she wanted, rather than stay confined to the ship with people he insisted on not harming. As much fun as it was to watch the light fade from his victims eyes, they were basically just inert snacks now, so they were no fun to torment anymore. Even the dragon he'd let out wasn't very responsive to her 'attentions'.