"And how do you feel about being digested alive!?" Sarael snapped in reply, with an utterly uncharacteristic flash of hot anger.
Stevan turned toward the argument, and Kye flinched at her words. An all too knowing look crossed his face, and his gaze abruptly dropped to his feet.
"And, it's not. A. Rumor." she continued, unintentionally biting off her words between gritted teeth in a not-entirely-successful effort to keep her speech calm. "I've seen it; the thing in that swamp doesn't have to sink this ship, it could simply dissolve it! And I wouldn't trust one bowshot's length —or ten— of water to impede it in the slightest."
"I don't know of much that does," Kye murmured under his breath, catching a look from Stevan. The disguised demon-kin showed his palms slightly and quickly added, "If - if she's talking about what I think she's talking about, I mean."
"Any unknown danger —which might not even exist— is better than that" she declared adamantly.
"I assure you it exists," Sten said hesitantly.
"Sarael may be right," Stevan put in quickly, stepping up by her side to further lend his support. "The Templars and Inquisition recently sent an expedition into that swamp, and what we found there isn't of this world. It's still out there, and gods only know how far it may be able to reach into the sea. If we get too close to the Moor, we risk meeting it... and we already lost too many to it."
He gave Marcus a serious look and added, "I can understand your skepticism, Inquisitor, and I don't blame you for it. If you didn't see it with your own eyes, it can be hard to believe, but trust me: everything she said is true."
The Viking leader scratched his chin through his thick beard. "I see," he said. "We encountered no such demon, but I don't doubt the Templars, even if you are an Imperial order," he added half-jokingly. "I advise you to take what I said seriously as well, however, particularly given the wreckage you just encountered - and found only one survivor from that entire ship. But, that said, I believe it's time I took my leave. May Njord guide your path."
With that, Sten gave a shallow bow to Captain Jane - who gave a much fancier bow in return - before he returned to the dingy, his companion in tow, as they prepared to return to their longship.
"Well," said Captain Jane Ritter as she turned to her many passengers, "I suppose the Templars are in favor of us sailing through the supposedly haunted waters. I'm open to other suggestions, though I'd prefer this not come to blows or anything. Caiden?" she said, turning to the Venator in particular.
Caiden, however, hesitated. "I'm not sure," he answered, his voice low. His eye seemed to be watching Sarael in particular, as he seemed quite swayed by her words, even as heated as they were.