"Mithril works as well as silver in that regard," Piscine says, tipping his head back a bit to indicate the ornate trident he calls his own, slung over his back. "But silver you say? That's interesting for more reason than one. Let's see what the quartermaster says about getting those into our hands when we divide the loot, hmm?" the undine hums with a smile, heading across the plank set up between the two ships and carrying Eralia's crate in the direction of the quartermaster's cabins.