Nathan got his bearings as the group materialized on the surface. It wasn’t the first time the crew had been here, and he didn’t plan on it being the last. “Alright, let’s go, off to the Brewhouse,” he hurried the others, nodding to Noril in acknowledgement as the Betazoid passed. “We don’t want to keep our friend waiting.” He sized up the environmental conditions that day as they walked, figuring out any advantages he could use or hindrances to avoid if it came to it. “And to answer your question, Eli, no, I’d rather there’s not any - but I’ll win if there is.”

Nathan Murray
First Mate / Weapons