She stared at the druid a moment before she replied. "If you think elves are without passion, that simply shows you do not know us very well, though you are not to blame. I do thank you for reserving your judgement of me until you know me. I shall attempt to do the same for you."<br/><br/>She nodded at the Druid and then made her way below decks, dropping her things there before returning above deck. She looked about and sought a likely place to wait. Angoth had done below decks, Atmos popped himself up in the sun while Niomah and Rose found their own place to talk. She looked up at the masts on the ship, in many ways with the spars and the bundled up sails. It reminded her of the trees back home. Examining the various ropes and webbing she moved to the side of the ship and began to climb. Soon she sat upon the topmost spar, one hand on the mast to steady herself, enjoying the feeling of the the wind up above from the deck, the peace of being away from everyone. She let out a contented sigh and looked down at them all. It was an unlikely group, and she prayed to her gods that they would succeed, if only for the sake of her people.