T'ohei nods and pulls a flask from the webbing under his furs, taking a swig of the low-grade intoxicant to slake his thirst and calm his nerves a bit. "Three days? That's not bad at all." He holds out the flask towards their guide. "Not sure of the traditions on this boat, but my own people tended to make it a habit to drink together before a voyage." He shrugs. "It's an old idea, but since I expect we might be talking your ear off before this trip is done, would only be right to offer you a drink." A low chuckle escapes the assassin's lips and he eventually stows the flask away again, whether Sebek takes a drink or not. T'ohei looks askance at Titus, shaking his head gently in exasperation. Besides, just talking with my fellows on this trip might get a bit old at this rate.