Drakador_Chaos
"Shrakh, I heard tales of these things."
"What are they Grisha?"
"Did you ever hear of the Bloodcult, Golm?"
"No."
"They say it is a cult of living ships. Made of flesh, not metal. No crew, but blood. So, this means we are in their territory..."
"So, we follow it, but once it gets too dangerous, we get the shrakh out of here."
"Sounds like a good plan Golm, I like it."
They decide to follow the living ship from a distance. Never in the last three thousand years, an uruk has been this careful.