A solemn lament for the departed, & one for the living[1]. The Dead had been mourned. Alurki looked around the ship for anything he could possibly use for repairs. There wasn't much metal around to replace the space in the hull. Searched & searched for hours, to only come up empty handed. The ship was able to drift, although in rougher waters, water would enter the hull & surely sink the ship. Alurki had tired himself out, for the day. Accomplishing little to nothing. He laid in his bed, thinking about the quartz room & the orb he talked to.
It was undeniable that the power of wind ran through him, he floated down using wing magic. Although it was all a haze. Does everyone get brought to the room & sign a contract? Alurki had so many questions that won't be answered. It just occurred to him, why was he even attacked? The tall silver haired man said it was revenge, revenge for what. That crew did nothing to him, it was just blind hatred cast upon him. Due to the organization he worked with, Polaris was a good man, Alurki was the closest thing to a saint the crew had seen. He did nothing to deserve what happened to him.
[1] PM FANS RISE UP