Waiting at the hostel until close to the appointed time, Aethon busies himself alternatively making sure his gear is in order and worrying about the sea journey ahead; his kind aren't exactly built for ships.  Making his way down to the docks with the rest of the group, he looks slightly apprehensive when he sees just how small the ship is, comparatively speaking.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Ulrik wrote:</cite>“Excellent,” he booms. “Is that all you've brought with you?”</div></blockquote><br/>"One more, in my case."  Looking behind him, he motions to something high above.  A few seconds later, Gwaihir emerges from behind a cloud and dives sharply before coming to rest on Aethon's back.  "I'm sure he won't be too much of a burden, at least in terms of space, although whoever you have up top might have some company."<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Ulrik wrote:</cite>“O' course, we ain't exactly equipped for livestock,” he says, “beggin' your pardon, sir."</div></blockquote><br/>[ Taking 10 on the Climb check for an 11 total; although the chances of slipping are low, it would be rather...unfortunate. ]<br/>"That's no fault of your own; while my form has some benefits, it certainly has it's drawbacks as well.  I'll go wherever will be most convenient for you."  Watching the captain and first mate banter back and forth, Aethon does his best to ignore the rather pointed looks the captain is giving him; clearly, this is going to be a rather interesting trip.  Watching with a somewhat annoyed look as Xarces just glides across the gap, he advances across the gangplank slowly and carefully; the last thing they need is his flailing form going into the water.