PHOEBE
Her head tilted as he corrected her, interested in his take on what made him so different from a 'sailor'. Phoebe had grown up near a quarry, far and away from any port, so the nuances between sea-faring professions was not something she was particularly familiar with. "Well...why don't you buy yourself such a place? Or build one?" she asked, unsure what exactly was holding him back. Clearly he was a well off merchant, certainly he had the means to do so.
It seemed the conversation was coming to a close, but Elias still lingered on. "Is there something else you need?" she asked.
It seemed the conversation was coming to a close, but Elias still lingered on. "Is there something else you need?" she asked.
When the static clears
And all is said and done
I will realize that we all need someone
