The diminutive beast shook his head. "He made mention of no ship - at least not to me," he replied. "He called himself a Captain but now you mention it, he was joking about having a crew again in no time." Berchar's nose twitched, brows lowering. "Makes you wonder what he's lost, or wasn't telling us."
Though there was something terrifying in this new experience, the jerboa couldn't deny a small rush of satisfaction to be having a thorough conversation again. The Slups was hardly awash with intelligent conversation, as far as he was concerned, and certainly not towards woodlanders after dusk. It was nice to be able to share his concerns and be believed, so he warmed to the conversation. "I think we had better find this nephew if we can and get his side of the story. If he knows Chokra well enough I wager he would be able to tell us how we should proceed. If we don't find him or he's gone, well..." He shrugged narrow shoulders, expression dropping. "I say we don't tell him at all. Plenty of beasts here tire of a job and don't show. We didn't exactly swear an oath. Perhaps we start at the docks, see what we can see, and make a decision once we hit midnight?"