You sure you don’t want any help, hun?
???: Yeah.
A man is running on the water about two miles behind the ship. He is somehow faster than the ship, but barely.
D:(muttering Idiotic Spears…he has no jurisdiction here… I’M the veteran inquisitor! I decide where he goes!
D: (Shouting) SPEARS!!!
D: (thinking) He’s around here somewhere.
???: Eh?
D: (Shouting) I TOLD YOU TO WAIT ON THE LAND, IMBECILE! NOW WHERE ARE YOU?!
???:(shouting) I-Im here.
???:(shouting) I found the Sorcerer though!
D: (Shouting, and you can tell Derioplis is rolling his eyes just by listening to him.) “Right, I’m sure you did. Where is this “Sorcerer”, by any chance?”
??? (shouting): Can’t you feel the magical presence? On this ship!
D: (Shouting) “ALMOST EVERYONE USES MAGIC NOWADAYS, SPEARS!!! WHAT MAKES YOU SO CERTAIN THIS ONE IS A SORCERER?!”
A dark cloud looms over the ship.
??? (shouting): BUT THERE’s SO MUCH!
??? Looks up
D: “…So? Everyone has equal levels of magic, dope. There might just be a lot of magic users in one location.”
Hessald sleeps at the stern of the ship.
Xerial wakes up and goes outside the ship to check it out and slake again goes on his neck “The bloody hell is that something from black magic users?”
(He can hear very loud and intense shouting.)
The Cloud seems to move towards the ship.
Xerial watches the cloud move while patting Slake to keep him comfortable
???: What are you on about? People have different levels!
“Ezura…please…I’ll tell you something…”
E: Tell it to me.