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Gil continues to watch the stranger explore the boat, but doesn't move. Continuing to lean against the mast, he allows his gaze to drift lazily out to the water. It had never struck him before to come out here for a little exploration, but now that he was, he could see why someone might find it relaxing. A perfect little spot just big enough to lay down and not be drowned by any oncoming waves. A tattered flag providing just enough shade that you wouldn't roast in the southern sun either.

The words of the other man leaving Gil nodding and looking back to him. "If you ever need, my name is Gilgamesh. I lead the Raider's Hollow with my wife, Modesty. The isle surrounding us and that large building is ours. We won't attack on sight if you're ever seeking shelter," Gil offers one last time before he turns to leave. "We are always watching though," he adds on, one minor flick of his nose toward the sky where his owl companion, Erish, circles above them.

-exit gil-