Xavier sighed in irritation. Confined spaces didn't agree with him, and one thing was starting to stack up on another. Stuck on a ship, and with that infernal Wind Templar no less. Now, they had the privilege of traveling through dwarven territory. He wouldn't have an issue with the short mountainfolk if they didn't have issues with him, but during his few encounters with them he hadn't exactly been treated with respect. Odin was different, of course; he had proven himself to be a good person, and he felt he owned the innkeeper besides. Now, the birdman simply blurted out their errand to the nearest passerby. He followed the path that Dru created through the sailors before they recovered. Xavier simply stood on the dock for a short while, enjoying standing on something that didn't float for a moment.