The man watched curisouly as the slave girl was forced to take the thick substance down her throat, a task that did not seem pleasant. He grinned though when Mesina stood and spoke. He let her move past, to take the rudder, assuming she had sailing experience. He sat on the bench next to the slave girl and took Mesina's wine, taking a long gulp from it...<br/><br/>He tilted his head and smiled at the slave wench. One hand put the tip of the wineskin to the girl's lips, offering her some wine to wash the taste of that horrible herbal mixture from her mouth. His other hand moved to begin unbuckling the girl's armour...