Barnabas was still dripping wet, looking a bit disheveled, as he turned on the deck towards Cassandra and Lann, staring at them, then kneeled on the ground like a cloak dropped to the floor.
He gazed at Cassandra and Lann, his eyes filled with awe.
"On my travels, I've met some who claim to have the blood of the gods. But boasting is the simplest and cheapest thing to do; I believe one truly judges a person by observing their actions. But you two are the first to make me truly believe it is so."
Lann moved to the side, leaning against the wooden railing of the ship.
Icarus descended from the sky onto Cassandra's shoulder; she waved a hand, signaling Barnabas to rise.
"Before getting so polite, shouldn't we introduce ourselves?"
"Ah! Indeed!" The old man snapped out of his reverie, awkwardly tidying his soaked hair and collar.
"I'm Barnabas, captain of the Adrestia."
