Quintus was tire, yawning often but a man in his conditioning, having live the kind of life he had he was able to push any thoughts of sleep away as he silently guided the boat along the river. The only sounds for the most part were the ones flowing from below decks. He couldn't help but wonder what was going on down there...<br/><br/>But it was Masina's distraction that brought him back above deck. His head turned to look at her and he smirked and shook his head slightly... "We haven't an army of slaves to row us forward... The boat has one speed, slow..." he said annoyed. "If you're bored, go below and see what our friend is doing..." he suggested, turning back to the darkness ahead...