<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Gerik: Speaking with Antheia</strong></span></div>________________________________________________<br/><br/>As Gerik turned to look behind him his eyes visibly widened as he saw naught but two luminescent eyes staring back at him. Gerik was wary of magic, not having had good experiences with it in the past, but he quelled his own mistrusts, arguing that he had unleashed some of the most potent magics he'd ever seen out on the ocean not long ago. Gerik turned to face where the woman's voice, and those eyes, were coming from, his face void of any surprise or mistrust of magics now.<br/>He listened attentively as she spoke, nodding lightly. Even he, still affected by bloodlust, could tell there was little hope in defeating so many vermin. He suppressed a frown as she offered her services. Gerik had thought her some sort of mage, and still did, ant her crafting equipment was a bit of a surprise. However, Gerik wasn't sure if a shield would suit his fighting style. Of course none of that mattered, he wasn't looking for rewards when he aided people, and this wouldn't be different.<br/>"I thank you for your offer fair...Antheia," Gerik thought that was what she had called herself.<br/>"However, I seek no reward for giving aid, I give it freely. You've my word that I, and the men of Sea's Wrath, will rescue as many as we can. The rest...I pray to Poseidon they escape to the hills and hide away," he informed her, confirming her suspicions of his deity, saying the last part gravely.<br/>"Come, I'll take you to the captain, there you can await safely for us to get the villagers we can. Ah! My name is Gerik Seaborn, pleased to make your acquaintance fair mage Antheia," Gerik had started towards the ship before turning back to her, remembering to introduce himself with a small bow.