"Huh." Two other boats, more strangers, prisoners...and some pale looking fellow who really needed some sunlight in his life. Zavros was about to ask what his new companions made of all of this-<br/><br/>-only to see that Mouse had already snuck away. "Well, so much for that," he sighed. Looking at Hennes, he gestured to the boat. "Keep safe and watch over the ol' gal," he said. Ensuring his packs from home were secured and stowed away, he hefted his smith's hammer, taking a few practice swings with it across open air to ensure that the weight was still sound and balanced. It was - he'd checked already - but the very act of doing it calmed him down a little.<br/><br/>That said, there was only so much you could calm down by when you were literally dealing with spooky things like this.<br/><br/>Tapping his forehead against where that weird symbol kept showing up on his head was, he trudged along towards where the growing hullabaloo was forming. Somehow, it felt...right, to be marching towards where it was all about to be thrown down. And for some reason, it all felt so...nostalgic.<br/><br/>Today was all sorts of<em>weird</em>.