"No more complaining about my swimming." Or failure-to-swim, that is.

Ashford's voice comes from the apse. He'd been coming to check on Stone day to day after the news of his death and on this occasion wandered farther up to peer curiously at the stained glass. The place was strangely reminiscent of the Behemoth, in no small part due to the fact that his ship had been a church they had...er....appropriated and transformed into a warship.

At the sound of the shuffling from Stone's pew, Ashford had turned his attention back to the point at hand, and now stands like some wiry, bedheaded inquisitor just up the main aisle.