"It's easier to avoid them if you know how to snare the claws." Mudcrabs: surprisingly fast and remarkably aggressive. But Felix isn't really thinking about his brief stint as a junior fisherman. He's stealing looks at Jim's face, trying to assure himself that the captain likes it, that he's not put off by the general low tech of the place. It's going to stand out a lot more when they get to the house after all.

"Ah. Not in years. My father is off doing some sort of research with the Imperial Navy, Stratos is... well." Left behind today, and now he thinks about it he does feel a stab of guilt about coming back without his brother. He doesn't like the feeling. "He's expected in Skyrim, of course. And our aunt sort of eloped months ago, so it's likely to be just us and cousin Marcella. And anybody she invites for dinner, of course."