"Aries the ice will be frozen most on top there and will just refreeze the minute you chip it away since the wind carries water up in the northerlands," Nathial speaks, "Captain I'll do my best but know I didn't leave on the best of terms with my folks."

Locke frowned and tilted his head. "The assistance would be appreciated mate, but this whole ordeal is risky enough in its own right....Iffin you really think yer able to, go, but please, don't do anythin' too reckless, an' come back safetly, aye?"

Nathanial nods once, "I know I can Captain I've sent them enough messages and gotten some in return that say I'm welcome back."

Locke nodded. "Alright... Alright." He turned his attention to the assembly. "Any other questions, comments, suggestions, concerns?"

Marcos glances at Nathanial knowing what he had said was at least partially a lie.
Percy shakes his head unwillingly to mention the incident from eariler.

Locke looked across the room, then smiled. "Aye then. Lunch'll be ready in a few minutes, an' Ah'll be off afterwards."

Percy gets up and walks out of the galley and walks to the front of the ship to keep a look out.

Locke took a mental note of that with a frown before going to have a seat.

Percy sniffs the wind, "I hope you and Drayke are ready for a rough flight it smells like a storm might be coming."

"Not too worried." Locke responded. "Drayke's ah strong flier, and we've been in worse."