[ Approaching Said Boat: ]
*A small raft, consisting of several medium-large sized branches lashed together with some kind of tar-covered ropes comes closer and closer to the ship*
Sieg: *Is rowing the raft himself; back and shoulders scarred, hair sweaty and matted, hands stained black, lips cracked and raw, and his tail coiled around himself-half limp*
*Flicking his tongue out, he hisses loudly at the stinging his lips respond with*
Sieg: Build a raft...A good plan. Gathering materials...A plentiful forest; Waltwood for tar to coat the ropes; I managed to purchase a couple of oars without getting into a fight...
*Popping his aching bones and soar muscles, he gives a loud hiss/sigh in displeasure at the situation*
Sieg: ...And I didn't even check a damned map. I have only myself to blame, I suppose...
*With another tongue flick and another pained hiss, he suddenly detects a change in the air*
Sieg: ... *Looks over shoulder, to see another boat nearby* ...
*He stops rowing, staring at the boat and its crew*
Sieg: ... *Beast instincts begin to take over; he's conflicted whether to attack or flee, or to introduce himself*
*His tail begins to slither around himself like a separate snake, displaying his agitation*
Sieg: ...Hello? My name is - ...Sieg... *Hopes this group would not come after him for any of his crimes*
*Meanwhile, he forces his tongue to not dart in and out for the time being*
Sieg: *Coughs loudly, before sucking in a few pained, salty breaths*
*His gaze remains level and cool, as he rests a hand on his chest - The oars placed beside him*
Sieg: Sorry...I'm not used to ocean air...
*He looks over the crew*