The sailors made superstitious gestures as Raven unveiled Reeko's changed body, green tattoos standing out in lurid detail against skin black as pitch.
"Damn," Grummond said. "Don't know of any elves with skin that color..."
"It's a shadow elf," volunteered one of the sailors crowding around. "Nasty buggers. Heard they come from the dead land."
"Ye heard wrong," said another. "Everyone knows shadow elves don' have black skin; they got black tattoos."
"The hell are shadow elves?" demanded a third, who clearly wasn't part of the "everybody" the previous sailor had referred to.
And someone more artistically inclined suggested, "Maybe the green is his skin, an' the rest is the tattoos?"
"No, they got black skin," disagreed the first. "Why'd they be called shadow elves otherwise? 'S like...maths, or something. Shadow is black."
"Shadow don't have color," said the artistic sailor, and the argument devolved even further from there.
Grummond rolled his eyes and turned his back on the crowd. "So then, that explains the screaming," he said quietly to Raven, "but what about that burner people saw?"
Down below decks, Doctor Nexaddo waited for a reply from the one armed man, and received not even a mumble as an answer. The door that had been thrown open by the elf was still ajar, and through it he could see a gnome hunched over a body.
A fellow gnome--finally somebody that should know what is going on!
Jemalkin dashed through the doorway without waiting further for a response from the one-armed man. He kneeled down next to the body, and spoke to the gnome already there; "I am a doctor, sir, and I?ll do what I can for the..." he glanced down "...boy, but could you explain to me what happened here?"