Artivus slips away from the crowd, seeing that Roland seems to be sparking some introductions, he wanted none of that. He would quickly shuffle aboard the ship, covering his face with his cloak searching and skulking about. The masses of actual sailors seemed to partition off to themselves, an exclusive group of people with actual sea-legs… Not a place to for Artivus. He needed a role, a task he could do without going insane or risking personal injury.
Artivus being a rather lanky man would attempt to slip away and hide for the time being. Once he heard news of the captain he would attempt to persuade his way into whatever easy tasks he could find. In the meantime, he would slip away to a dark corner and await a real target of his persuasion to arrive. Why waste his time with the regular folk, certainly no ground could be made by befriending the weak.
He would take out his pipe and light some pipeweed, sitting off in whatever corner he could find and keeping an ear out for the captain.