Valspan was always eager to meet,  and possibly eat,  new people,  especially now that his previous meals had digested.  No longer was the tree man bloated with a pair of semi-alive women.  His emergency ration,  the soulless ice dragon, not truly but she looked that way,  was all that remained of their raid on the Grand capital ship,  besides their demonic toys.<br/><br/>He waited patiently for the captain to give direction one way or the other, watching the river boats get closer as time passed.  Evelyn ran, giggling and pointing,  along the underside of one of the ships many dangling tight support lines,  eager to torture someone besides the current crew. She wanted to see some blood,  and Valspan was very firm on not actually hurting anyone present,  though Ygdrasil's presence probably also would have kept her in line.