Carefully wrapping up the remaining jerky, Hanro placed it in his pocket, that done, he turned to the female officer. He'd been listening to the occurance with half an ear, and now decided to intervene. "Take it easy on the lad," he said, speaking calmly, "it's not like he's used ta ships, somethin' I'm sure ye shared once and will recall, if ye try hard enough. Also," he continued nodding towards Dom, "I don't recall that our duties on this 'ere ship included scrubbing the deck." * * * Szazzkur considered the information he had gained from the spell as the auras slowly faded from view. It would require further consideration at a later time, he considered. It would also bear remembering that the captain and the wizard had magical auras of moderate strength. Had he been inclined to guessing, Szazzkur would have guessed that both had magical items of some sort that affected their person. As he wasn't, he saved the conclusion for that time when he held enough information. The time had come, he decided, to become more familiar with the ship's wizard. Perhaps he would even be willing to teach Szazzkur this or that if time allowed. "I greet you, master of the Craft," he as he approached the wizard.