The half orc Alton was sitting near the direction of the cabin at the moment, tightly tied around his waist with a hemp rope, tying his short body securely to the railing beside him.
He did not participate in any work on the deck, just sat there alone, playing the lute in his arms with focused concentration.
This was what the short-statured individual excelled at, and no one on site could possibly blame him for it.
Faced with such peril, having a minstrel who could stir the emotions of the crowd through musical notes was far more effective than if he were to haul cargo with his half-height body.
Not to mention, the notes flowing from the strings seemed to contain some sort of invisible energy, rejuvenating everyone's stamina while lifting spirits.
The adventurers, as the core of the team, each went about their work; even without direct communication, they displayed remarkable coordination.
