Kisara smiled at the old man, in what felt like her first real smile in . . . days, at least, if not weeks. "Aye, grandfather, I saved your Kersinta and her escort. They are aboard my ship - well, the ship I've hired - and physically unharmed." The old man wasn't heavy enough to be a burden, but it was awkward to walk with him like this. Worth it, however. "If you wish, I can take you to her."<br/><br/>She watched as Talion, the young man who'd struck the killing blow against that horrid beast, ran off towards the docks. She frowned, a small crease appearing between her brows. "Let us know if you need help, Talion," she called after him. He'd done all right in the fight, but she'd recognized the look, as he stood there staring at his dagger after the fight, of someone who didn't do that sort of thing often. If he wasn't a fighter, she didn't want him getting injured against greater odds than he could handle.<br/><br/>Then she chuckled under her breath. He was more capable than she had been before she'd been chosen, just by being able to do more, channel his power better. Kisara shifted her grip on the old man and looked at the others. "As I said, friends, Kersinta is aboard the<em>Dragon's Wake</em>. You may come if you wish. And if you need help, just ask."