"Perhaps the ship would go through a rift and return in your world, upon the open sea." Though it's more likely, considering where the rifts in Thedas open, to land him on top of Mount Doom or in a cave deep underground.

Still, they plan to see the sea. It is something to look forward to -- both for himself, for his own longing for the water, and for Thranduil. The Outsider wants, he finds, to introduce Thranduil to the ocean, to is wonders. Where the elf, his friend, has offered the Outsider kindness, compassion, the Outsider will offer knowledge. Perhaps it is not a fair trade, but it is something that he finds he wants, at least for the pair of them.

"They sing," he confirms, smile soft, a little sad, and perhaps the most relaxed and human he's ever looked. "The calf was young enough that they remained in the shallows, though I imagine they were moving to deeper waters soon after we saw them. They are different to the whales of my world, in appearance and song, but they are beautiful all the same -- are perhaps fated to a better end, when compared to those of my world."