"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.
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Oh. Oh well, I suppose it is a really dangerous trip. Uh, just tell me when you need me."
She was kinda hoping to have someone to hang out with in her dreamspace apart from her Fylgia, but well, you couldn´t have everything. Onto painting runes, now! Before she leaves, she quickly smiles at Harald pointing to his halfway finished Harpoons.
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These are looking amazing, you´re really good at this."
At that moment Dísa realizes he probably doesn´t speak Icelandic, or Saga wouldn´t have adressed him in Norwegian. Oh well, too late. She just smiles again and hopes she got the point across. She also smiles at the medic with the sweather who is peeking in the room and then leaves.
While walking out she starts considering painting a noise-blocking-rune on the door to the forge should there be left-over paint. The room is dangerously close to the sleeping-cabins, and from what she saw, the one the furthest away from it is already taken. Getting some sleep before venturing into the death zone would be good.
She leaves her luggage in the common area for now, especially carefully putting down the guitar. It´s a bit warm already, she shouldn´t have brought it into the forge. But there is time to worry about that later. She gets her rune-book out of the backpack. She has drawn the safety-runes a million times before on her family´s boats, but this time she really doesn´t want to get anything wrong.
Some black paint and brushes are standing right at the front of the storage room. It is really good one actually, waterproof, drying fast and ideal for wooden or metal surfaces. But it´s not a lot, she´ll definitly need to get more for the rest of the trip.
Oliver slides down the mast like it's a fireman's pole, lands with a confident thud and asks "What's the question?"
Dísa reaches the deck right in time to watch the scout´s bold slide off of the mast. Woah, either he grew up on a boat or he´s really crazy. She turns her attention back to painting a huge protection-rune in the middle of the deck. She just hopes noone steps on it before it´s dry.