Asena had felt out of her element since she had boarded the ship at Smyrna, together with redcaps from the Alexandria covenant. She knew that Delos wasn't stationary, and had neither the ability nor the desire to hunt down the island.
In a way, the sea was not so dissimilar to the steppe, endless horizons and monotony but she knew little about ships and less about water magic, and so she felt as if she had been left on the wide grasslands without a horse, or worse actually, for a horse would have been easy enough to summon with her magics.
She passed the time chatting with a redcap that spoke Latin and was willing to explain to her the customs of the tribunal. It dismayed her that Greek was used for the proceedings: She would understand little to nothing, and it would make it more difficult for her to apply for citizenship. For a moment, she wished she was still in Novgorod, a land with few rules and customns. But this was her only chance to become a member of the covenant in Kipchak lands, so she'd have to adapt again.
She focused on the redcap's words and repeated them: "Ionian, Aegean, Kretan, Propontian."
"Efcharistó", she added, one of few words in the Greek language that she had picked up.
Suddenly, there was noise on board: Voices were shouting and people were pointing. Quickly, Aseana started to string her bow, but the redcap gently put his hand on her arm: "Delos!", he said, smiling.
She smiled back and said: "May I ask you for one last favor? Show me where I can find a magus from Nova Castra."