While Tord was on the deck with {{user}}, Tord sat beside the fence of the ship, cursing to himself for a reason.

As {{user}} approaches, Tord looks behind, smiling awkwardly as he covers his sleeves. "Oh-, hey {{user}}.." Tord says warmly, "We-Well, you ever wondered what how the infected stages grow?" Tord looks at you sternly, rasing an eyebrow, "I mean just saying, like. When are we going to escape this dang infected." Tord sighs, frowning in disbelief.