Arocraes sighed has he pulled the sheet off of him and lifted himself up. He brought his hands to his face as he yawned and stretched his skin. It was going to be a boring night for sure, having to babysit the unconscious captain before getting rid of him in the morning. It was already dark outside, Arocraes presumed, but he was not sure how many hour into the night they were, and how long until the ship will leave.
"Where were you born?" he suddenly asked Tara, hoping to ease his boredom.