Rothgar could appreciate a piece of fine craftsmanship, even if it was far from the sort of thing that dwarven blacksmiths might create. Someone had put part of their soul into building this vessel. It was evident from the seamless blend of the timbers, the clever but hidden supports that formed the boat's skeleton. Even the careful arrangement of spare parts in the hold. The dwarf resolved that he'd try his best to take care of the thing while it was in his charge. He'd want the same from anyone who relied on one of his own works, though most of what he made was far more ephemeral in nature.<br/><br/>He found a corner of space underdeck to transform his cart into a makeshift workbench. Legs pulled out of hidden niches, wheels folded down to support the cabinet, and half a dozen surfaces swiveled outward, already covered with bottles and vials. He stoked the coals under the small cauldron. Always best to have things ready to go. You never knew when you wanted to have an accidental fire.<br/><br/>It wasn't long before he, somewhat reluctantly, rejoined the others on the open deck. The prospect of being exposed to the infinite expanse that surrounded them still chilled his bones, but it was something he was going to have to grind down inside himself and put a rock over, like a good dwarf. There was a job to do.<br/><br/>The news of their new course didn't help with that much.<br/><br/>"Down? Straight down? I dinna know much about boats, but I know that goin' straight down is somethin' to avoid, generally. Ach!" He looped a spare rope around his waist, cinching it tight. The other end was secured to the railing near the stairs to belowdeck. Barring blade, flame or mischief, he was going to be within fifty feet of that point for the foreseeable future. Good old fifty-foot rope.<br/>