Qutan acknowledges the captain’s apology, not having spent much time around people in many years he was not certain he should be insulted with the treatment. He let it go, there are more important things he needs to worry about.

Most of the journey he spent with his head out one of the round holes in the wall, not because he felt sick, as the captain had suggested, but because the closeness of the room was too much to bear. The journey was over, and as soon as the captain gave the word, Qutan had moved out to the outside of the room and stood on the ship’s floor itself. The breeze was cooling, and his head began to clear. Once he had gotten his senses back, Qutan looked over the edge of the ship at the wooden road beside it, odd, and to the village beyond that.

It was not like anything he had ever seen before of course, and the smell! Rotten fish, smoke, and several others he could not even guess at. It was overwhelming, but he pushed those thoughts from his mind as he watched the halflings leaving the road in the distance. Now that was something he understood and could deal with.