"Aye," Dwayne nodded, took the keys and headed for the lockers. Curses, he thought. He'd have to do without most of his spells for the time being. On the way there he looked at the place where the whip struck Harlo. "You alright?"<br/><br/>Once clothed, he'd speak to his party members.<br/><br/>"Well, I guess I'll see you folks later then. Good luck."<br/><br/>He headed for the galley. "New cook's mate reporting for duty."