Chaarix is all too happy to leave the golems behind. She does make a note to dive into a lake on her way out, though.

She seats herself on the edge of the room, leaning against the wall and making herself comfortable. She is a little too big to sit in her old perch, after all. And, barring some serious magic, she will never be that small again. A faint twinge of something akin to nostalgia tugs at her heart, but she quashes the feeling for now. There are more important things.

Though she pays careful attention to Spiriah's explanation, she tries to look a little bored by it, as if this is all information that she knew. "Of course...a ship," she repeats, "Well, if it would make you happy..."

She nods. "I probably should look at those maps, if you are willing."