"It isn't telling if it is the truth," Skellig quips with a laugh - with one hand he reaches for the bottle of liquor to pour each of the four of them a drink. With his other hand, he reaches up and strokes his hand over the top of Kreyu's head, letting his fingertips skate down her spine and along the curve of her tail. "Especially with the way she purrs."

Smirking, he turns his attention (and his hands) back to the cups and pours each of them a measure.

"They are seeking safe passage," he adds. "Kreyu said that even though you have retired from the sea, there was no one more knowledgeable in this region than you, so it made sense to travel here to aid them in finding their way."