Gerrard eyed the being as he approached. He always hated undead from his days as a solider. He remembered how the Noxians used undead in combat to complete objectives living soldiers can't. Lost in his own thoughts he almost jumped when the undead addressed him.
Originally Posted by CrabSage
"Greetings, my name is Ossa. I notice you are a Demacian mind if I ask how much battle you saw? From one warrior to another."
"Undead are not warriors they are tools and if it were up to me you wouldn't be welcome on this ship. Back in my day all undead were abominations to be hunted down whether or not they were Noxian in life."
Gerrard takes out a ledger from his coat and signed Ossa's name making sure to give Ossa the cold shoulder.
Meanwhile back at the ship Fens ears pitched down as he ogled at the strange human talking to the Kinkou.
Silas on the other hand said nothing but took Stella's hand and pointed to Gerrard on the ship deck. Seeing this Fen answered "Heya do you think you could help me with this and you said you cook uhh... Stella was it?"
Back at the dock entrance Boris clumsily looked for the Yordle that fell from his shoulder and Maven greeted the strange newcomer. "We need all the help we can get."
Maven said. "Report to the ship when your ready and make sure to give your name to the captain."