Though he wasn't entirely sure his words were sinking in, he did keep in mind Rei seemed to be regaining her lost composure the more he spoke. That had to at least account for something, seeing as how she had been on the fringe of utter despair just a moment ago. When she finally rested her head on his shoulder, he knew he needed do much more than give her the comfort she only needed. He was a friend after all, and she knew plainly how he felt about her. What more needed to be said. He was here for her one way or another, and this journey was what the two needed.
Aside from that however he knew there had to be more to the story, more than what this Gorroc character had to be letting on. He couldn't take to heart the information he'd been given; because the woman Freya, while likely cunning, just didn't seem like the cutthroat brigand type. Already it seemed as though Patrick had a hunch in the works, something he really didn't wish to entertain, but nevertheless knew when something didn't add up. Gorroc had to be somebody he watched, if Patrick learned anything after his run in with Kar. Rei seemed to decide it best for her to catch some sleep, her suggestion to rest rewarded with a soft smile from Patrick.
"Aye. I'm gonna watch as we set sail, I'll be back in a lil' bit." He gave her one more soft stroke of the finger at her hairline, a rise to his feet followed as he watched Rei find comfort in her hammock. With a turn back to the deck Patrick hiked up the wooden stairs as the hull of the ship already started to creak, with the feel of the sea brine sprayed on his skin as he reached the top. He'd moved to the rail once more with eyes set on Rharne, the place he'd always known as home now a landmark that slowly started to move. With its massive peak starting to appear as though it were shrinking, he felt the pits of his stomach roll with each soft rock the ship made. Sailing. One of the many things he never thought he'd be doing, but sure enough he was here now. "We're comin' Wendell." He whispered as he turned his gaze towards the direction the ship was heading, the immensity of the lake seemed to stretch for miles at most. His eyes then fell on a familiar person, the figure that he knew as Gorroc became his focus. He intended to be prepared for whatever possible plans this brute had thought up, though he wasn't sure where to begin he had plenty of time to figure something out.
Several actually; because after Kar... Patrick learned it best not to leave anything to chance.
Aside from that however he knew there had to be more to the story, more than what this Gorroc character had to be letting on. He couldn't take to heart the information he'd been given; because the woman Freya, while likely cunning, just didn't seem like the cutthroat brigand type. Already it seemed as though Patrick had a hunch in the works, something he really didn't wish to entertain, but nevertheless knew when something didn't add up. Gorroc had to be somebody he watched, if Patrick learned anything after his run in with Kar. Rei seemed to decide it best for her to catch some sleep, her suggestion to rest rewarded with a soft smile from Patrick.
"Aye. I'm gonna watch as we set sail, I'll be back in a lil' bit." He gave her one more soft stroke of the finger at her hairline, a rise to his feet followed as he watched Rei find comfort in her hammock. With a turn back to the deck Patrick hiked up the wooden stairs as the hull of the ship already started to creak, with the feel of the sea brine sprayed on his skin as he reached the top. He'd moved to the rail once more with eyes set on Rharne, the place he'd always known as home now a landmark that slowly started to move. With its massive peak starting to appear as though it were shrinking, he felt the pits of his stomach roll with each soft rock the ship made. Sailing. One of the many things he never thought he'd be doing, but sure enough he was here now. "We're comin' Wendell." He whispered as he turned his gaze towards the direction the ship was heading, the immensity of the lake seemed to stretch for miles at most. His eyes then fell on a familiar person, the figure that he knew as Gorroc became his focus. He intended to be prepared for whatever possible plans this brute had thought up, though he wasn't sure where to begin he had plenty of time to figure something out.
Several actually; because after Kar... Patrick learned it best not to leave anything to chance.
