Chapter 295: A drink is never a bad idea...
Irwin appeared on the ship just as Tiscian flew toward the barrier at a slow pace.
"Nim, let her in," Irwin said just as Hind ran over to him.
"Captain, that's a Blademother! I recognize the symbols on her armor," she whispered. "They are the most revered of the Ignitzions, and many are or become one of their people's leaders."
Irwin nodded. "Can you see if she's a leader?"
"I don't think so. Those usually have different symbols in their armor," Hind said. "But it's subtle, and I've heard that when they aren't at war, they all wear the exact same armor."
Probably so their leaders don't get killed first, Irwin thought as he watched Tiscian fly through the barrier.
She landed on the deck beside him, looking around curiously.
"This is a very impressive ship," she said before focusing on Irwin. She showed no unease at having to look up at him as he towered over her. "A place more private?"
Irwin shared a quick look with his crew, all of whom were watching Tiscian with a mix of curiosity and worry.
"This way," he said, turning and walking to the cabin.
Tiscian said nothing as they walked into the cabin and then down into the bowels of the ship. Only when they entered his luxurious room did she hum softly.
"It seems you have changed since Scintilla saw you last. From her stories, she said you lived a frugal life," Tiscian said as she walked to the lounge area. She looked around, her gaze lingering on the smithing area before she sat down, staring at him.