Jek takes a moment to stick his finger in his mouth, wetting it and then raising his hand in the air. An old sailor's trick to test the winds power and direction. Then he looks up to the sky and shrugs slightly "Mother nature's finicky...my best guess is half an hour, hour at best...if'n yer thinkin' what I think yer thinkin' I wouldnt do it. Districts full o' crowds this time o' day, if ya get caught up in 'em ya might not make it back in time." Theres a brief pause as he points down to the docks end, clearly visible from where they are. "If they ain't on that dock in an hour we gotta sail, gotta accept harsher waters, or gotta wait a day. Cant say I know a thing about da bloke though...come ta think of it, I dont even know of its a bloke. Baron just told me ta look for house Markon's crest, they was gunna send a noble to be in charge o' the city. Least till someone takes care o' those crimison nights guys"