The elf tilted his head, studying Alerrin even closer. He had to have been through a lot, and for a moment Darrian felt inexplicably sad. Did everyone on this ship have a history that had scarred and shaped the rest of their lives? He felt that trying to get through the inevitable shell that surrounded the man would take a lot of persistence and effort, if it was even possible.
"Hmm, a ship full of women - the possibilities are endless," Darrian couldn't help grinning. He'd seen the looks some had sent his way, he wasn't blind, and couldn't say the prospect was anything but something to look forward to. But hardly as business. "I'm pretty handy with a pair of daggers, so yes, I'd love to spar with the girls." He eyed Thren curiously. "I guess you don't...are you good with a sword?" he asked, thinking about Thren being an apostate. Surely mages were no good with swords - but he was pretty muscled for a mage. Very nicely so.
"I suppose learning the menial duties won't take long, so..." he bowed slightly while sitting. "I'm your man, Captain And...thank you. Let's make a bet, shall we Thren? Whoever manages to learn faster."