Dymian glanced at Nico, his eyebrows tilted ever so slightly to show a hint of annoyance cracking through his usually icy demeanor.<strong>"Nico, bring her to a room. Before I drag both of you back to the ship."</strong><br/><br/>His expression returned to it's usual impassiveness as the maenad turned back towards Zharia.<strong>"Maybe we can be of some assistance then. We are explorers, travelers going from one port to the next."</strong>Dymian said, his bright green eyes not moving from her face.<strong>"Besides dancing, do you have any talents that would lend themselves to working on a ship? Can you read a chart or cook?"</strong>