Roads In All Directions: The Cloak

Fierneceal blinks at Rory and chuckles sadly. "No... Yes... I suppose he's as all right as anyone's ever going to get."

Fierneceal wrote:Fierneceal blinks at Rory and chuckles sadly. "No... Yes... I suppose he's as all right as anyone's ever going to get."

"Well, from the way it sounded, doesn't seem like you'll be seein' him any time soon." He holds out the bottle. "Care for one? Gotta warn you though, strong stuff. Liquor fit for an Ogre."

"I'll probably not be seeing him ever again, unless someone very powerful decides it so." Fierneceal graciously takes the bottle and sniffs, wrinkling her nose before she takes a solid swig, pulling the bottle away coughing and pounding on her chest. "That stuff is... yeah. Should have listened."

Zeiss glances at Z. Then takes another bite of chocolate.

Fierneceal wrote:"I'll probably not be seeing him ever again, unless someone very powerful decides it so." Fierneceal graciously takes the bottle and sniffs, wrinkling her nose before she takes a solid swig, pulling the bottle away coughing and pounding on her chest. "That stuff is... yeah. Should have listened."

"Well, it ain't known for the finish. I thought now was as good an occasion as any." Rory caps the bottle and puts it away. "So, about what you said before...I wasn't sure if you meant it wasn't the time, or if you were talkin' about the need-to-know basis, but, what did you mean when you mumbled back in the portal? 'There are more'?"

*Z stretches and you hear several loud pops as joints and tendons go back where they should be. They then plops down on the ground watching the boat intently.*

With no real preamble, Tabran Floats himself and comes running back and the Errant Venture pulls up anchor and begins sailing into its hidden cave.

Snarg scrambles up as Tabran returns. "What's happenin'? What ya be workin' out?" he asks.

Fierneceal blinks at Rory, surprised he remembered that offhand muttering. "Oh, that was just... there was a similarity to Vesayen Lassen and Marae Lassel that I wasn't expecting. That's all. It was.... nothing."

"Good news I hope?"

Fierneceal hears Snarg's shout and whips her head around to see Tabran returning. "How did it go? Do we have passage?"

Rory sighed, defeated. "Just...if there's a time and a place, let me know," he replied. "I don't like being kept in the dark."

He wanted to know everything Fierneceal knew, but he respected the witch-mage too much to press her. "Just want you to know, miss, you're well-known where I come from, and I respect you. My people respected you."

Sethos leans forwards at the shouts, pulling his hood down slowly as he turns to see Tabran returning, he gets up quickly as he stashs his pipe back in his cloak and walks towards Tab, all the while watching the ship slowly move towards the cove.

Fierneceal turns her attention back to Rory for a moment. "Thank you... you shouldn't, but thank you."

"it could have gone better but we have passage we are to wait by the foot of the hill 200 paces back and they will open it up for us"

"How much will it cost?"

"How much are we paying?" Hanuel looks at Zeiss and chuckles at the timing.

"A'ight, good. Where ya be gettin' passage to though?"

"it was 1k gold to Holtberg and we need to be carefull how we act while on there it is the ship of Fleet captain Fateema."

also and i quote "the Cap'n has a lot on 'er mind right now," "Sho business, dirty thing really."

"Oh, goin' to Holtberg?" Snarg furrows his brow. "Guess we'll be needin' to be thinkin' up some disguises. I ain't thinkin' we gonna be walkin' 'round lookin' like this fer too long 'fore we get snatched up."

"A thousand gold? How long is this trip?!"

"...Well, I'm going to wait for them then."

Before that, Zeiss goes to whisper to Kolson.

"Be sure to hide the Leycite."

*Z hearing Tabrans explanation of the events on the ship, picks themselves up and walks down to the mentioned location and waits*

"It ain't 'bout length when considerin' the cost 'ere, it's bein' 'bout smugglin' criminals inta Holtberg. From what I'm hearin' 'bout these bandits, they'll be able." Snarg picks up his pack and begins walking towards the rendezvous.

"They're having trouble with Sho?" Sethos asks sheepishly, "Should probably keep my head down" he whispers to himself absent mindedly.