The hum caught Phelan's attention. A low, barely audible thrumming sound that penetrated his sleep. Waking was always one of his least favorite activities, so he lay still for some time, drifting in and out of slumber. Still, the hum was insistent. Annoying. He finally sat up with a bitter grumble. "Would have gotten more rest, too, if not for that dratted Kelbri hollering at anything that moved," he muttered, glancing at the halfling who had likewise taken shelter beneath the docks. "Best of luck to you, then," she said. "Good day," he said. "Need a hand?" "Excellent," he said simply.