"Do you want to go to Ardrigor?" Mathea asks Inric as Arvid turns back to his ship. "Not really. But it appears necessary." So much for this being easier than Ossechia. There, at least he hadn't had to cross half the world in multiple different forms of transport. Mathea sighs. "I'm going to make arrangements for Poppy. Don't let him leave without me." "Unlike some people, I know how to wait," Arvid mutters as Mathea walks away. Inric isn't sure whether Mathea - or he himself - was supposed to overhear that or not. It doesn't look like it's going to be a smooth voyage.