The squinting earned an eyebrow arched even higher, but Legolas said nothing to it when the Man simply continued with the first thought. It was unlikely that this was his first time seeing an elf, given how some are milling right there and then, all around them. And he listened to the description, falling quiet for but a moment to think of all the ships he had seen in this port city.

"Nay, here in Jiaport, I think no ship fits your description, none that I had seen," "But this is but one port city in all of Pelea, perhaps what you are looking for may be found elsewhere? Kharachar of Draichurith, or perhaps Sunvault of Shousal on the eastern coast—," he thought to the other port cities he knew, those sizeable ones anyway. Glaira was out, not for such a vessel anyway, which left one more, though not so pleasant as any of those he already mentioned, "Or Eveka of Vairaya.

"Why do you seek it? Is there a legend to it, and you wish to ask to be part of the crew for your love of it?" Mirth and teasing, two things he just couldn't help.