Darius sits back, further, not sure what to do, then begins sharpening his axe.

she suddenly froze, with an idea.

Darius does not notice, focused on his axe.

she whispered, *i have an idea.*

Darius looks up and says, "And what is it?"

*we can leave the island!*

Darius says, "You're right. We can. But we would need saddles."

*we can make some. the sheeps wool is good padding. we just need a cover and straps.*

Darius nods, and says, "I don't have access to leather, though."

*we can loot some ships.*