10 Years Ago, in Llomerryn (OPEN)

In the moment he took her head and shook it, Helvil could almost feel her entire body jittering. She blinked at him, having gone almost limp as he dragged her hand and arm about for show - presumably - for the gathered people. Another set of confused blinking as she stared at him, wondering what was happening.

She ended up following along, half tripping on the deck as he pulled her to the just as dank smelling quarters off the deck. Helvil blanched slightly, curling lip and nose at the smell. Standing awkwardly, she finally too the free moment she had to whip off the hat. Tossing it aside, she watched as the stranger went about hunting for things.

Soon enough, he was coming back with an odd selection of items. A bottle of what she assumed to be a liquor of some kind, a set of pieces she did not recognize, and something else she couldn't quite see in the moment.

As he tapped on the crown, she leaned in and peered at it. Crude by ancient elvhen standards, but similar enough she got the idea. As he plopped an unknown, but obviously larger figure next to the bottle, she signed: Important? A questioning look drawn across her face.

The thing she couldn't initially make out turned out to be a large tooth. That she recognized. Excitedly she signed at him, repeating it a couple times. Shark! With luck, he might form the words himself, hopefully granting her the first shemlen word she could understand.