[What she probably doesn't want is a wandering stranger, but she's going to get one anyway. Merlin has, by this time, discovered via trial and error that some doors don't open unless he has his book - the 'Item', he remembers that, the thing he chose to represent himself as a Warden - and so now he's carrying it over his shoulder in a leather satchel and wishing he'd picked something lighter.
He hasn't strayed above decks yet, not really, but a small amount of exploring turns up a young woman who looks like she's waiting for something or someone.]
...hello.
[It's cautious more than anything else. He's still finding his way, both geographically and in talking to the people he's meeting here.]
[Spam]
He hasn't strayed above decks yet, not really, but a small amount of exploring turns up a young woman who looks like she's waiting for something or someone.]
...hello.
[It's cautious more than anything else. He's still finding his way, both geographically and in talking to the people he's meeting here.]