" Yes, that´s me. Am I the only mage on the crew? And the paint is somewhere in the storage-room too, right?"
"I'm afraid so, nobody else applied..." And they had to wait for an application, too. The Council politely informed Leif and her that if they set sail without a mage on board, they will send no rescue missions, no matter how close or far from home they are.
Not that they would send one if they get stuck in Mediterranean, but still.
And the response was particularly rude, since Saga isn't so stupid to leave into the Silent World without someone who can see, sense or deal with bad stuff in a bit more effective way than a handgun.
"The paint is in the storage room, yes. I will need your divination skills, too... but that can wait for a bit."
Oliver, Oliver, wherefore art thou, Oliver... Wait, no, wherefore means 'why'.
"Also, it's not that I mind you setting up the whole forge in here, under deck, right next to the sleeping cabins," it was the only place to set up, really. "But please check if the ventilation system is right. I'd prefer we didn't choke and die from smoke of all things" she absentmindedly tells Harald. "I'll come back for you soon."
With that, she leaves to find Oliver.