"Hail and met, Neran," Zavros replied back to the elderly man, greeting him as if he'd just bumped into him at the farmer's market rather than astride an undead abomination that he'd had a part in slaying. "We've got ourselves a small ship - might get cramped, but we can prolly fit you all in there."<br/><br/>He shoved the carcass of the creature aside enough that more of the refugees could sneak through. "As for gettin' you home...that might be more complicated, see. Need to know where y'all came from to begin with, and I'm not saying I'm any great shake at navigatin'. Unless one of y'all can help with that?"