Diego rests on the ship ride, raising reluctantly once they dock. He glances around and notes how all the faces seem to be a meld of emotions with an apparent large dose of foreboding. He is, however, unsure of what is really comming and doesn't have a clue as to what they are getting themselves into, he has as much magical sense in him as a tooth pick.
He yawns ,stretches and follows in the wake of the rest of the group to the bridge.