"Fair enough. Stay safe, Teli." Derrick spoke as the sorcerees who had formed an integral part of the plan left. He could hardly blame her. He ceased loading the weapon before him. Without her, this was going to get a lot harder. He ignored the petty comments of the Elf. She was clearly possessed with the classical Aen Sídhe pride that humans often wrote of them possessing. There's truth in most stories. This did leave them with rather few options. Thinking about this, he was now firmly convinced that this voyage was doomed. "Veceslav, we're a sorceress down. We've got one less crew member and no answer to our other sorcerer. Aaron is a friend but this is just suicidal. If we take this ship in, we're going to die. For nothing." The Witcher crossed the ship to head back towards the docks. Even though he was talking to the Crow, he was not planning on sailing on this ship anymore. These brave fools were doomed. He could try to save his teacher, and maybe these other 'heroes' would see some sense, but it was their prerogative to die here. Only one Witcher needed die - or worse- today.