Meeting the wanderer

[Iron Dragoon]

"We'll set aside a fair price for it and it's cargo. The surviving crewman was able to provide a list of the crew. We'll divine what we can of their families and provide then a portion of the set aside price. I also want to see if we can divine the crew's dates. It's a small chance, but if they're captured somewhere, we might be able to rescue them."

[Anastasia]

"By divining their dates?" Jarem says, slowly, "Did they get kidnapped by particularly romantic pirates?" A curious half frown is on his face, watching you at that.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa spits out a bit of salt spray that got in her mouth.

"Fates. If they're alive, we should try to find them. We're going to be an ocean faring nation, primarily, since we're an island chain. Best to establish a good reputation with sailors."

[Anastasia]

"Ah," Jarem brushes it aside, then chuckles. "Romantic pirates," he murmurs to himself, "It's late. Let's get this docked so everyone get some sleep."

[Iron Dragoon]

"I think I might see a sexy but mouthy female pirate in your long-term future. A wife to come and go, leaving you with as much freedom as you can hope for. A suitable fit, I think... perhaps we can find one that could be an Admiral in the Red Knight's navy? I might have to mention it to her."

[Anastasia]

With a half smile quirking onto his face, "I'll get you a pirate hat for your next birthday: Hm, do they celebrate those in your culture?" he asks.

[Iron Dragoon]

I dunno, do they?

[Anastasia]

Up to you there. It's your area, so feel free to decide.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Outside of the Order, we do. However, mages tend to be rather long lived thanks to certain spells, so it becomes something of a moot point."

[Anastasia]

Jarem smiles and from there...

Beyond needed sleep and prep I assume, next move?

[Iron Dragoon]

Not entirely sure. I was trying to get to Shaundakul for the demi-plane, but that didn't work out so I guess take 2? Demi-plane and spy master try I guess.

[Anastasia]

You sleep.

The path before you keeps going and going and going, long and straight. You aren't sure how long you've walked it, only that there is far more to go.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa focuses on the path, studying it as she goes, what it's made from, how it's designed, where it's coming from and, most importantly, where it's going beyond.

[Anastasia]

It's a dirt path, logically made of dirt. It's a foot path, having been worn by steps and time from the surrounding grass. It looks to stretch on and on, towards the horizon.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa heads towards the horizon, needing to know what lies beyond.