"You might be surprised to know that most of those on this ship started out that way. No end in sight, just away."
Quentin can feel a pull of something in his chest - maybe the familiar glimmer of a kindred spirit. The type to run unafraid into the next destination. He knows nothing more than the sea thanks to his father, but being landlocked would be a miserable existence.
He finishes his ale, considers her for a moment, then:
"Finish up. I could give you a tour - scope out a cabin for you. Look steady on your feet when the others arrive later. They won't ask any questions if you look like you belong, and something tells me you'll get on fine."
He pushes to his feet and offers her his hand, grinning ear to ear. "Quentin - navigator of the Royal Amphion, and if you fancy a bit of mischief, I can get you there."
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Quentin can feel a pull of something in his chest - maybe the familiar glimmer of a kindred spirit. The type to run unafraid into the next destination. He knows nothing more than the sea thanks to his father, but being landlocked would be a miserable existence.
He finishes his ale, considers her for a moment, then:
"Finish up. I could give you a tour - scope out a cabin for you. Look steady on your feet when the others arrive later. They won't ask any questions if you look like you belong, and something tells me you'll get on fine."
He pushes to his feet and offers her his hand, grinning ear to ear. "Quentin - navigator of the Royal Amphion, and if you fancy a bit of mischief, I can get you there."