Some quick mental calculation told Rothgar that if he were in a smaller boat, there'd be less boat between him and the nothing they were floating in. That was bad. But then this Sigil place sounded like it might have solid ground to walk on. Or even to tunnel through. That was good.<br/><br/>There was never any question of him accepting, though. He'd sworn himself to this human, so the term 'volunteer' was entirely academic.<br/><br/>"Where I come from, Sir, there's a name for quick little missions ta carry something down the ways a bit, with no chance a trouble comin' up behind ye. But I reckon this ain't that kind of 'milk run'. Still all's the same and I'm in with both feet."<br/><br/>"We're gonna need a captain, I think. Somebody ta be in charge once we're out there. I don't know any of the three of ye, but I can already tell ye that any one of ye's a better pick than me for that. Red here's done some sailin', at least, it seems. I'm happy to follow orders from anyone you appoint, Sir, or really anyone who's game enough to call it."<br/><br/>"And if we're gonna be sailin' together and scrappin' for fights, it'd be good of us ta know a bit more about how much powder we're packin', if ye'll excuse the phrasing. For my part, I'm an alchemist. Ornery enough to be some good in a fight, but my specialty is makin' big things into piles of little pieces of big things. On fire. If we've got a little time I'll scrape up as much of a lab as I can and take her with us. Ye never know when yer gonna come across something ye'd rather go through than around."<br/>