"I leave the farm for one day," Zavros grumbled to himself, "one day and people are already wanting to tear each other's throats." He didn't understand completely why, but he knew there was existing bad blood. They'd saved a whole horde of people from death! Wasn't that worth setting things aside for just a few hours? At least enough to find the nearest pub to get some drinks in for - that was the universal peace maker right there.<br/><br/>Shaking his head, he looked again to the lizard woman. "'fraid I don't quite comprehend what you're sayin', miss," he said apologetically. And even with the language barrier, the woman might understand his tone. "But wherever you're from, hopin' we can get you home - or at least somewhere comfy-like." He was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt - and if she caused trouble, there were four demigods aboard the bigger vessel. And he was going to ride it - the smaller vessel he fixed up was a little cramped for him.<br/><br/>"Well, let's get y'all on board," he said. He gestured to the group, including the lizard lady. "Might need y'all to help make this tub move, though..." And hopefully not cause a ruckus while doing it.