Ulan nearly laughed. "Well, I didn't think it would be polite to throw up on the other passengers." he replied, shrugging his shoulders and chuckling, "So in a way, I suppose I was after some solitude and in a foul mood. Working here forever might just be better than the trip back if I can't get over my seasickness." He left out the part about the Princess, as he assumed the petty lives of human royalty and his own feelings on them were of no interest to the elven woman. He noted her gaze cast over his shoulder for a moment, but whatever, or whoever, she had been looking at had vanished from his sight by the time he'd cast a glance behind him. He was about to ask her about it, but surprised into silence when she very quickly requested a sword, raising an eyebrow and slightly pursing his lips.<br/><br/>"A... Sword?" he questioned, "What about that orb you have, and the unpacking and re-packing routine you did the last two mornings? I had you pegged as some sort of witch or sorceress, not one to play at swords." The words might not have been the most polite, but his voice carried a hint of awe; he had only encountered one other person who he would properly call a spellcaster, and he'd watched that man turn away half a retinue of guards on his behalf. One of Ulan's better clients, to be sure.<br/><br/>"I'm not one to play at them myself, but I can tell a decent one from an awful one." he continued, still a touch perplexed by the idea of Reliyian wielding a sword, "Let's go track down the quartermaster. Lieutenant Meathead said he'd be in the middle of town somewhere, it's as good a start as any." He offered his arm to Reliyian, and gestured in the general direction of town, "Shall we depart, milady?" It was overly flowery and sounded ridiculous coming from most thieves, but Ulan was rather more gentlemanly than the average thief, and so such phrasing... Almost suited him.