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Gelik says, "Drugged, eh? I knew that chef would be the death of me. It was that pudding, no doubt. That man should know to stick to his soups and stale crackers." He looks around for a moment before saying, "Hmm...I suppose the pudding got the best of a lot of us, eh? Where do you suppose the others are? Or...do you suppose the others are...at all?"
"Ho ho!" Gelik says, a smile wide across his face. "All this talk of being off-course was for naught. Now - let's see how this pudding of our dear 'chef's' is." Even Ishirou manages to crack a smile at the Alton's words.
"Well my dear, Anika, it is a shame that tonight is the first that we've had the opportunity to dine with you. Won't you join us? I'm sure Brehna and Jinvario would approve, won't you?"
Gelik, leading Brehna and Jindariel, ends up standing near Vita as Ishirou made his exit. "Oho, it seems you've offended our sergeant at arms...or sea, I suppose." He says with a smile. "He is far too serious, don't you think. But where are my manners?! I don't believe we've met. If you don't know them already, these are my dear, dear friends, Brehna - she's just a little blue right now - and Minervio, a more intelligent and keen gentleman you will not meet. At least on this vessel. And I, my fair maiden, am Gelik Aberwhinge. Now, might we have the pleasure of your name?" He asks, extending an ink-stained hand in greeting.
Brehna and Jindariel: The gnome shrugs at Brehna and gives her a knowing smile as Jindariel approaches and sits down. "No, my dear," Gelik says to Brehna. "Not at the moment." Turning to Jindariel, he says, "My dear Malvarian! How are you? Looking sharp, as usual. I do say, a little prestidigitation goes a long way, does it not?" He turns his face up to Brehna. "My dear, would care you to join Danjariel and I for tonight's repast?"
Brehna: You feel a light tap on your lower back - turning you see a small gnome. You recognize him as Gelik, the eccentric, boisterous, slightly offensive writer. "Hullo, madame. Are you cold this evening?" he asks, a sarcastically innocent grin on his face. This isn't the first time he's made this "joke" - he seems to think it's quite funny to comment on your blueish skin every time he sees you. "I kid, of course," he continues, without waiting for a reply. "So, do tell - what's the latest gossip from the captain's quarters? You seem to be the only one - apart from that dreadfully boring scholar - the captain likes aboard this vessel. Surely you know something of our current bearing?"
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