The dark elf paces back and forth, agitatedly, pondering a plan. He seems as if upon the threshold of one and slows to a stop, only to wince in his face as if the idea he thought of was not a good one. So he continues to pace along the length of the tavern in frustration.
The dark elf ceases his pacing abruptly as he can't help but notice the winged winter fae obstructing his way. He looks up at her grinning face, then hearing his ragged ally turns to him and hears what he has to say. To them both he responds: "De ship. We left da bloody ship een Nastal. Even if dere is no port in Jazz Tree I no want de ship fallin in unwanted 'ands." He continues pacing, this time in a circle around Poppy.
"I look around 'ere, and I no find dis place 'ome. I 'ave spent all my adult life at sea. 'Avin to settle down een one place make me uncomfortable. At least while aboard da Lucky Dice I felt alive. I was doin' someting I knew. Are joo to tell me joo no feel da same? You've been dere de entire journey."
The riven let out a laugh at the elf's expense. "Now you have yet another thing to brood over, Mr. Undertow. Two in one day. You must be purely overjoyed!" He offered his coy smile as he pushed himself from where he sttod and headed in the direction of the door. "Alas, I can not be here to help. I was merely stopping by. There alot of work to be done if I plan on staying here for any length of time." Pelle offered a slight bow of his head to both Correlus and the fae before leaving out the tavern and making a bee line for the cemetary.
Poppy entering the tavern notices Corellus' worry pacing. "Whats on your mind, Corellus" She says light heartily stepping a few feet in front of his pacing route, so he was sure to notice her. "You're making all these funny scrunchy faces" she adds giggling a little bit towards the end of her sentence while scrunching up her face to mimic him