"Mouse, Henes. Pleased as punch to meet ya," Zavros replied, tapping his forehead in an informal greet. His fingers drew some slight attention, unintentionally, to the symbol on his forehead that remained dormant. "Can't rightly say I've seen any ship 'sides this one." He gestured vaguely towards the beached boat besides them. "I just got here. I'm...not exactly popular with the nobles after they tried to evict my Ma and Pa from the farm."<br/><br/>If he ever ran into Suura again, Zavros planned to give her an<em>earful</em>of choice words at the bare minimum for that one...<br/><br/>"What's your business with that ship, if you don't mind me proddin'?" Zavros asked. "And how're you planning to chase 'er down? Not on foot, I hope." A part of him kept glancing up at the boat. The gaping hole, the slowly rotting wood...it<em>bothered</em>him to see such a thing in such disrepair. Surely he could fix it up to be better than it was...!