The old man looks skeptically at the ship. "That weren't no ship I'm familiar with. It looks more like one of those whatchacallem? You know them tall buggers... Windmills that's it! It looks like one of them."
After the meals starts to settle in and the Pathfinders are finding staying awake a slight struggle the conversation turns to humans and other northerners. "They do not understand the signs and portents of astrology and other divinations," their is some grumbling along the lines of learning the alphabet song is done by every five year old hatchling. "If the northerners lack that basic understanding, how can they possibly be a mature or advanced enough civilization to be worth trading with?
The Iruxi tribunal looks to Astrid's chair and Holmgeir looks up, eyes wide with fright. Clearly terrified he looks around for Astrid and finding her still missing he hesitantly begins to speak.
"Um...well...you see... err...The stars are really quite simple to understand if you pay attention."
He goes on to describe in great detail how to navigate the seas using the constellations of Golarion.