Ahmed

Ahmed looks over to the gnome, considering for a moment putting a hand on her shoulder to try to console her. Nah, some women are like that. Crying at the drop of a hat. She'll be fine.

He looks back to the bard, trying to ignore the gnome's sniffling. "I'd be interested in hearing more about this place too, if there's anymore you know. A land preserved under the sea," he pauses for a moment, further contemplating the idea. "I'm not really a sailor, but I'd be interested in seeing such a thing. Though I guess if this rain doesn't stop, we'll be in an inn preserved under the sea."