Mr. Eddie boarded the small boat heading for the Sea Mist, and those terrifying undead sailors scrutinized him as if observing a rare animal.
It made the secretary feel incredibly awkward and even somewhat creeped out.
"I really didn't expect you to come alone," the swollen-bodied undead sailor spoke with a touch of wonder, "Our captain said three people could board the ship."
"Three people or one makes no difference," Eddie shook his head, "If General Tyrion had allowed me to bring the entire team, I certainly would have brought all the advisors and aides. But he only permitted three… That's hardly any different from me going alone."
"You could bring two soldiers to bolster your courage," another undead sailor laughed out loud, his voice wheezing through his leaky throat.
"I don't need to bolster my courage; the soldiers won't be of any help," Eddie shook his head again and spoke earnestly.