"Oh, yes. A stringed one. I'd really rather not damage it, since I often play for my supper, though I suppose in these circumstances there doesn't seem to be anyone to play for. Nevertheless, it would be difficult to repair water damage to the wood." Lucia Corina shoves her wet hair out of her face again. "Snow would pose different problems, but they would be drier ones, in the main."

She cocks her head at his confession, but decides it would be rude to ask for more detail. "I can do basic camping as well--I prefer to find an inn to sleep on the floor or in the stables for the night when possible, but it isn't, always. And of course camping can have its own hazards, though most of the time it involves a negligible volume of ghosts, a feature this ship does not appear to provide. The whole place is twice as haunted as the graveyard around Gulda's tower."