The elf nodded once, with a smile. It would have saved a lot of trouble and pain all around, but things had ended...reasonably well. "Where are we going?" he asked, looking from Thren to Viara, and wondering what Thren was doing on board this ship. He seemed used to traveling - Darrian wondered if that was what his life was like, always on the road. For someone who'd never even left his city, it was a scary - if exciting - prospect.
He contemplated the next step for him. What to do next? The thought of going back to Denerim, back to the Pearl, back to what he knew, what was safe was comforting...and yet, did he really want that? Life had dropped a unique opportunity into his lap, and turning his back on it without at least taking a look around at the scenery would be a waste he would forever regret.
"I was wondering...if I could stay a while," Darrian said suddenly, trying to pick his words carefully. "I've never been on a ship," well, the slavers' didn't count, "and I don't know the starboard from....whatever the other side is, or anything about ships. But I'm willing to learn and do what is necessary. At least for a while." He glanced at Kinai, who was happily engaged in using a rope dangling from the mast to dance around her very own maypole. She was motherless now, and was likely to remain so - he had no idea where they slavers could have sold her mother. What would happen to her, now?