Belinda
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Post by Belinda on Jan 29, 2018 8:56:49 GMT -6
"You might want to be careful with all that chivalry. I don't know where you hail from or what merchant's guild you are with but.." Belinda appreciated the gesture. She buttoned up the cape so that her front was covered and her arms were now free.
"Khan Yunis, while it is the crowned jewel of Nabata. Is full with it's fair share of thieves and con-artists who would take advantage of your civility. As for the mending of my clothes. I.. shall accept that. I have my own tailor. Though I would need to consult with her and figure out the exact payment she would need to mend my clothes. Most I can do for you right now is to check you into an Inn. Before the sand storm hits." She was going to guide them to one of her favorite inn's in Khan Yunis. The Tiger's Eye was an inn with a reputable standing and fair prices.
"The city's been desperate for fresh goods. Sand storms. Pirates and Raiders have made trade incredibly difficult. So any caravan that hasn't been raided is most welcome. You might find as many equal dangers in the city as you would outside of it." The shamaness explained. She took a glance around. The group had a small crowd of onlookers. The people from the outer circle of the city. The poorer folk who looked out at then through the gaps of their tiny windows of flaps of tents.
"Once you are ready you should head inside as soon as possible. Speak to your delivery man. Or guild leader or whatever it is you merchants have to talk too." She moved with the caravan once they were ready.
"Local Inn's you might want to hit would be the Tiger's Eye. Their prices are a bit higher but they have a better reputation. The Azure Jewel inn is a bit more economical but they tend to attract shadier business.. if you are into that sort of thing. I don't judge." I don't really care. I doubt it though.
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Carlisle "Hartmut"
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Post by Carlisle "Hartmut" on Jan 29, 2018 17:58:20 GMT -6
"While I am most appreciative of your warnings I think it would be an affront to good manners and my family name to behave any less than my best," he nodded. "Though on the matter of our guild and the like I'm afraid our business lies beyond the borders of Khan Yunis, in truth we are traveling to Bern and were hoping to reach there by ship. So a stay at this Tiger's Eye sounds quite splendid."
It would seem that Carlisle had spent too much time by the shamaness for his guard's liking as Percival called out to him, "Milord, may I have a word?"
"Of course! One moment!" Carlisle called out to Percival before turning his attention back to Belinda. "I'm terribly sorry, to cut this short but I would rather like to continue it later?" And he was off to entertain Percival, "What is it?"
"I do not believe it is wise for you to be associating yourself with nether lovers milord." Percival's voice was hushed yet stern. "Even if she is useful to us you can never trust them. They use foul powers and consort with demons." His eyes were narrow and even hateful.
"Listen," he placed a hand on the man's shoulder. "We both believed that Elimine was a goddess that was good and kind but now people say that she put that mad prophet on the throne of Etruria. It would seem to me that the light is still fallible and corruptible, so why too should the dark not be redeemable?"
Percival harumphed but left it alone until they reached the city.
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Belinda
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Post by Belinda on Jan 29, 2018 18:51:30 GMT -6
"Hm. Well, don't say I didn't warn you." Belinda spoke after Carlisle's comment about his family house and politeness. She shook her head lightly at that. She really shouldn't care if her words of caution go unheeded. These two would learn the harshness of the world soon enough. Heck, they almost learned it now. Belinda pulled from her pocket a card. She handed it to Carlisle.
"Well, If it's cargo transport you need. I can still provide some service. I'm associated with a small delivery ship. If you can't find a boat that takes you directly to Bern without exuberant prices. Cid, My captain and I, can at least get you halfway there." The card had Cid's name on it. As well as the name of his ship the Highwind. And what port to go into to ask for information. And with that, the young light-haired noble went off to address his guardsman. This gave Belinda a chance to talk to the young healer Layla.
"You know, I don't much about healing magic either. How does a staff work?" She asked with a genuine quizzical expression on her face. She looked at the ornate staff the other young woman carried.
"But, this staff is certainly something. It's very ornate. Almost like a piece of art." She would have been happy learning a bit more about this trio of strangers. But, her ears picked up on what the older man had said. And she could see the man's expression. Belinda stopped and clenched her fists. She hated that ideology. That dark magic is evil. The work of Demons. And that light was right because some dead woman said it was! Keep it together Bel. Don't let your emotions ruin a potential connection to a wealthy client.
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Post by Carlisle "Hartmut" on Jan 30, 2018 11:53:22 GMT -6
Layla’s eyes lit up as the shamaness thought she was someone worth talking to and discovering more. “Oh well, healing magic is often considered to be the simplest type of magic as well as some of the most difficult. Basically if you try and use a staff you can do so to a fair effect with very little instruction and to great effect if you know what you’re doing properly. The staff does most of the work by amplifying the magical energy used and converting it. But on the flip side it’s an incredibly difficult power to use without a staff. There aren’t really tomes available on how to focus the magic and convert it into healing energies. In fact I’ve only ever seen one person heal another without a staff but that was more of a transfer of injuries than anything.” Layla was a decently experienced healer who spent years in the practice but even she only ever gleaned a surface level of true understanding.
She blushed at the praises directed to her staff. “Th-thank you. I sometimes think I went to far with it. But if you think this is nice you should really see my father’s scepter! You see it’s an ancient relic of the old kings of the desert. He’s always said that we descended from them but the other tribes don’t believe us and even if they did it’s not like such a claim holds weight anymore. That’s why guys like the Raja tribe are so keen on causing trouble.” She realized how the conversation had taken a very sudden shift from staffs to politics. “Sorry, mind wandered.”
As the travelers made it back to the port the earliest gusts of sand were beginning to pelt the travelers. Thankfully it wasn’t so long that Carlisle was left to regret his decision to hand off his cloak. “Tiger’s eye inn correct? Do you think you can lead the way there?” Carlisle popped in to ask Belinda.
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Belinda
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Post by Belinda on Jan 31, 2018 20:06:30 GMT -6
"If there were tomes on healing magic, the world would be a bit different." Belinda joked. She enjoyed hearing Layla talk about herself and her tribe. Belinda knew a bit of history about Nabata. Such as the formation of Khan Yunis. And the various development projects of the buildings and the port itself. A brief history of the sailing. But, she knew little information when it came to thinks like ancestry or lineage of kings. As far as she knew any sort of kingdom or empire Khan Yunis had, was lost to the sands of time. There was no way to prove or disprove if Layla's claims were true. She knew the sandy wastes beyond the borders of the city were home to countless ruins, bandits, nomadic tribes, and if the stories are to be believed, giant monster scorpions. Belinda responded to Layla's apology.
"It's alright. Thank you for giving me a small tidbit of your tribe's information." She smiled softly. The Shamaness was forced to put her hood and scarf back on as the sands picked up. It was at this point that Carlisle returned to ask Belinda a questioned. Her mood soured a bit. She still wasn't too happy about having at least one of the group thinking that she is some devil woman.
"That all depends if your guardsman is fine with having a 'consortor of demons' leading your way." She spoke with a tint of displeasure in her voice. She sighed then shook her head. The winds were starting to pick up. She removed Carlisle's cloak back to him.
"The weather isn't giving me much of a choice. Best if you two hunker down in the caravan. In case, the storm separates us.. The inn's the last one down the main road. It's got a huge sign with what appears to be a picture of the tiger's eye gem. If you hit the docks you've definitely gone too far."
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Carlisle "Hartmut"
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Post by Carlisle "Hartmut" on Feb 8, 2018 23:23:40 GMT -6
Belinda’s words were not necessarily aimed against Carlisle but they were still enough to make him stiffen and clear his throat. “So you heard that?” He shut his eyes and hung his head. “I won’t ask you to forgive him or pretend it was not said. I apologize on his behalf...” He wanted her to be able to see the Percival he knows. The one that had a family and knew naught but joy and pride. Not the superstitious man who had lost everything and cling to his duties to give himself a semblance of purpose. “He lost people dear to him thanks to a shamaness and I’m terribly sorry for how it has manifested. If you would wish it I will ensure he remains apart from you going forward.” He suspected it was better if he did not try to make things better but rather to accept the facts unapologetically. He could not change things and he did not do the wrongs.
When Belinda returned his cloak he took it gratefully as though she handed him her own cloak. “Thank you.” He smiled. He called to Percival, “Stay with the caravan! If we get separated I would feel better if I had you watching over everything!”
“As you wish milord!”
“Layla, I would like you to stay with him as well.”
“What!? But I came out here so I could keep you safe!”
“It’s only until we get to the inn, and you weren’t supposed to be here in the first place! So please, we’ll talk later but just for now?”
Layla puffed her cheeks before relenting.
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Belinda
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Post by Belinda on Feb 14, 2018 12:21:17 GMT -6
"He should still learn to keep his opinions quiet. And should he voice them.. he should voice them with a degree of caution. Nabata has an academy that welcomes mages of all types. And as far as I know there are others Academies in Elibe that still teach shamans. Shamans are as diverse as the ocean waves. Some come to the shoreline as a calm froth of foam. Other roar into the land like tsunami." Belinda spoke in a calm tone.
"Dark magic comes with a price. The mind.. is damaged. The next one he comes across might not be so... stable." She warned. She knew of the effects of the dark magic on the mind. She had seen it first hand with her own old man. She had written her books about it's effects and some methods to try and prevent it. Belinda kept silent as she guided the group to the inn. Within minutes the group arrived at the inn. Belinda covered herself up as best she could with her own cloak. The stables were nearby which allowed for Carlisle's horses to rest from their ordeal.
The inn was a slightly lavish one. Two floors. The building was sturdy. Made mostly of concrete and stone. Several potted cactai adorned the outside. Glass windows. Which were a slight luxury among Nabatan residents. Most had windows with holes cut straight out of the walls. And one could see within those windows a simple pair of curtains. Each with the tiger's eye pattern that was seen on the Inn's signs.
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Post by Carlisle "Hartmut" on Feb 14, 2018 22:25:25 GMT -6
"I will take your advice to heart," he spoke with a hint of concern in his voice. He tried to be a more open minded sort but even he had to take pause when someone admits that their practices would turn them into an angry and violent sort. She herself did not strike him as the wicked sort, perhaps the good sort even but the cautionary tales against the dark remained with him. He tried not to let any dissatisfaction show before adding more genuinely, "You speak like a poet."
When they stopped in the stables the young prince took a moment to offer his horse a bit of affection, petting his face and speaking kind words. "Milord, we had best hurry, the winds are going to be picking up a bit too strongly soon."
"Yes, yes," Carlisle agreed offhandedly giving his horse one last pat and heading out. As the group reached the inn the dust storm was reaching full swing. Once inside the prince of nothing found that sand had become his closest companion. Tugging on his cloak he tried to knock it out of the folds to little avail. After a brief moment he gave up and just let it be.
Percival placed clasped a hand on his shoulder from behind leaning close to whisper in his ear. "I will see to our room tonight, be careful and see if this shamaness can see to our transport."
"I feel plenty safe Percival." he placed a hand on his guardian's shoulder and gave him a stern and cautioning look. "I need not remind you to behave yourself?" Percival had a look of surprise before slowly nodding.
"Of course not," and he was off.
"Ohhhhh, its so pretty! I'm really glad that I decided to go with you Carlisle!" Layla was admiring every little detail of the inn. She really didn't get out of the village but what was this about going with them.
"Layla, you do know-" and where did she go?" Carlisle slowly rubbed his left eye. It was difficult trying to keep his allies together, how would he ever keep an army or country from breaking apart for that matter?
With a deep sigh he looked to Belinda and gave a smile. "Well, you said that your captain was a man named Cid correct? Any chance he is here or that you can speak on his behalf?"
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Belinda
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Post by Belinda on Feb 20, 2018 20:52:44 GMT -6
The shaman smiled softly at Carlisle comment. Part of her wanted to tell thank you. But, she decided to keep herself quiet for the time being. She was still mildly annoyed at the older of the two horsemen. As they entered the inn, Belinda moved to the corner and dusted herself off. She spied the gentleman at the front desk. They were acquainted with one another as Bel had been here enough times. She waved at him then returned to the matter of assessing herself. Sand everywhere. As usual. She ran her fingers through her purple hair. She could feel the grains of sand embedded into the strands of her hair. She knew there was no hope of ever getting them all out. The shaman had been living in Nabata for more than a year now. And had grown accustomed to the sand being a permanent part of her. So long as she removed it from some of the more delicate area's of her person, she could tolerate the sand for days.
She watched the trio, in between her robe shakes. She admired Layla's enthusiasm. Enthusiasm and innocent wonder was a rare sight to see in these parts. Especially with these supply shortages. Carlisle addressed her with regards to Cid. Ah yes.
"Unfortunately, I have the day off from his services. Though I will consult with him tomorrow and see if we can arrange a passage." She spoke.
"Although knowing him. He'd delegate that task to me. So do not be alarmed if it's I who comes knocking at your door tomorrow with a contract." She chuckled lightly.
"I do not know if I will be joining you all on that journey. I've only recently returned to Nabata from Lycia. I have a second profession here in Khan Yunis. My bosses might not approve of another departure so suddenly." She sighed softly and looked out the window.
Hmm. I might be holed up in the lobby for a bit. She mused to herself as she made her way to the front desk. The man behind the desk was an older gentleman. Brown hair, tanned skin, and dark eyes. They both exchanged nods.
"Hey Michael, I've brought you some customers."
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Post by Carlisle "Hartmut" on Feb 25, 2018 22:14:53 GMT -6
Carlisle nodded in understanding. "It would be a shame, you seem like you really know what you're doing and have a good heart." Shamaness or not it was rare to meet people that would rush headlong to put their necks into danger for others they don't know. And this made Carlisle loath to loose the chance to recruit her, but alas it far too soon into his journey to look for long term allies. On the other hand if he would later need a shaman he would have a fairly good idea of how to find her at least.
Michael smiled at the Belinda and then at Carlisle. "Oh, you brought that grumpy one and him here eh? You never cease to find us more business, are you certain you wouldn't like a position as an official recruiter?" He chuckled to his own joke before grabbing a few of the coins Percival had previously used to make the payment. "Either way, a recommendation is a recommendation. Here you go, for your troubles." Michael handed a small portion of the room fee over to Belinda. "Now, as for you, your companion went on ahead to your room for the night. It shouldn't be too long before the weather clears up but I think we are looking at a few hours of potential storm. If you need a place to ride out to storm we have a bed in the back Bel?" Michael made the offer before Carlisle thanked them both again and went to join Percival.
Carlisle would find that Percival had brought Layla back to the room with him. The three of them needed to have an important discussion about what she was doing there after all. The storm would last until late, just enough light left for anyone that chose to wait it out could still safely return home before dark but otherwise night would soon become day as Carlisle would need to meet with Belinda or this Cid to discuss booking passage.
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Belinda
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Post by Belinda on Feb 27, 2018 19:46:34 GMT -6
"You flatter me, Michael. But, you know where my duties lie. I will take you up on that offer though." Belinda smiled softly. She had a faint tint of red to her cheeks at Michael's comment. She took the coin but separated a few of them and threw them into Michael's tip jar. She then pocketed the rest.
"A nap in the back room sounds splendid." She would have preferred a nap in one of the actual rooms. But, Belinda wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Her head was starting to hurt due to the events of the day. She dismissed herself from Carlisle and made her way to the back room.
"Wake me when the storm passes." She spoke to Michael. She found the bed and took a seat. She closed her eyes and kept them closed. She calmed her mind as she took off her shoes. Her mind raced with basic knowledge, basic memories, and phrases. Answers to simple questions. These were all mental exercises to keep her mind sharp. Dark Magic takes a toll on the human mind, so she hoped to delay that degradation with mental exercise. As she worked through those simple mental problems she kept her breathing calm and steady. And she stayed like that for several minutes.
The young shamaness opened her eyes again and let out a deep breath. Hmm.. a fresh bowl of food would be fantastic right about now. She grabbed her bag and fished around for a certain satchel. She found it and opened it. The satchel was full of trail mix. A vast majority of it was dried fruit. She popped a few bits of the fruit in her mouth. Mm... Apricot. As she chewed she made herself comfortable. Eventually, she closed the satchel and put it back in her bag. She rested her head down on the bed. She curled herself up on the bed. The shamaness used her cloak as a blanket and drifted to sleep.
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Post by Carlisle "Hartmut" on Apr 10, 2018 10:00:38 GMT -6
It was the following morning when the storm had finally quelled, it would seem that Michael was not as good a weatherman as he was an inn attendant. It was nothing new to anyone familiar with the lifestyles of Nabata but it would be inconvenient to clear away the piles of sand from their vendors and, well, everywhere really.
"You look to have slept right through it all," Michael chuckled giving Belinda a light shake of her shoulder. "So, the storm has passed, and none too soon for sunrise!" His voice was chipper and cheerful, clearly a morning person.
Meanwhile, "Milord, it is time to wake! We HAVE to secure our passage to Bern and be off on the earliest ship possible!" Percival and given Carlisle a firm start, less a shake and more a tremor. The elderly knight lifted Carlisle out of his bed and into a standing position.
"Alright, alright, I'm up, I'm up! At least give me an opportunity to wake of my own accord!" Carlisle was frazzled and trying to gain his composure while groggy sleepiness kept the room ever slightly distorted and his eyes remained half-shut untrained to the light.
"Hahah! How can I let you sleep when the storm is passed and the sun rises to greet us!?" Percival's voice boomed, much happier today than he was yesterday. "Now, we must find this Captain Cid correct?"
"Yeah... can I at least get dressed before you hound me with redundant details?"
"Yyyyes milord, as you wish. With the both of them awake it took them but a short while to be out of the inn and off to the docks to ask about this Cid figure.
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Belinda
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Post by Belinda on Apr 10, 2018 18:43:36 GMT -6
Bel awoke to find herself in an unfamiliar bed. It took her mind a moment to recall the events prior to her nap. She blinked slightly and looked up at Michael. Inn. Sandstorm. Sleep. She rubbed the crud out of her eyes and stretched a bit. The sun's early rays poked through the various gaps and cracks in the walls of the back room.
Her mind raced to recall what happened prior. She remembered meeting Carlise, Percival, and Layla. The battle in the sands. Her good shirt. The woman put her hand over the hole. Oh no.. I forgot about Amy. Poor girl must be worried sick.
"Did you just say morning? It's the next day?" Belinda wasn't usually one to be caught off guard in such a manner. She swore that she was only asleep for a few hours.
"Michael. I appreciate the wake-up call." She shot herself up off the cot, her back regretted that action instantly. She quickly fingers combed her hair. And did her best to straighten herself out without a mirror. She sat back down on the cot for a moment and quickly put her shoes back on.
"I've got to go. I need to find Cid. I need to apologize to Amy. I need to get some breakfast. Find another shirt... If those three from yesterday ask for me tell them I've headed for the docks. If Cid agree's I'll send a messenger." She spoke as she tied her boots laces together, and finished it off with a simple bow. She did a quick check of her possessions and made her way towards the door. She turned around to wave goodbye to Michael.
"I'll give you a proper thank you gift later!" She spoke and went out the door. Back, out into the harsh Nabatan sunlight and down the familiar road towards Amy's place. The shamaness assured the woman she was alright with her presence. And quietly left her broken top, detached sleeves, and gold coins with the expectant mother. Belinda was given a thin, plain, cream-colored, shirt as a replacement.
Belinda also helped herself to some of Amy's larder. She swiped a fresh roll and fresh cheese. To which she let warm on the stove until the cheese melted. Then she ate it with a rather childish sort of glee. She took a swig of water, kissed Amy on the cheek, and then left the woman to her duties. Right. To the docks.
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Post by Carlisle "Hartmut" on Apr 10, 2018 22:25:39 GMT -6
The sight of hustle and bustle was astounding to Carlisle, were there always so many people in Nabata. He realized just how much the last nine years had left him out of his depth. There were so many! He began to feel self conscious and his breathing, though not uneven, fell heavy.
"My lord, is everything quite alright?" Percival gave him a concerned, almost grandfatherly look as he placed a comforting hand on the prince's shoulder.
"Y-yes, I am fine Percival, just, just a touch overwhelmed." Carlisle waved off Percival's support with a hand before recomposing and taking the lead. "Alright, so we need to book passage to Bern for us and our cargo. We will look for this Cid figure if we can since with Belinda's recommendation we might be able to get ourselves a discount of some sort. That said I will not turn a blind eye to another captain if they should be so willing to treat with us on a better deal."
"Understood my lord, and if I might say so, I think not taking the ship recommended by a shaman is the better and safer voyage for us to take." Carlisle shot Percival a look, not of hostility, but of caution.
"Percival, I need you to understand something. I do not trust dark magic but I do trust people, and should we find ourselves aligned with shamans and druids and seers I will not turn them away or treat them any differently from my other allies. I know your history but I expect you to be able to do the same. And if nothing else please bear in mind where we are. This is not Etruria and the dark is not anathema here."
A sigh, "Yes my lord. I will, do my best to hold my tongue."
"Thank you. Now then..." The two began at the docks asking around. A few sailors did try to misdirect the two but there were enough honest souls around that they were on their way to Cid's ship with little time wasted.
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Post by Belinda on Apr 15, 2018 18:03:46 GMT -6
Once at the docks, Belinda stopped for a moment. She took a long deep breath and savored the salty sea air. The sun was bright and baking the land. Bel found it necessary to pull her hood. This gave her a slight buffer between her skin and the harsh sunlight above. She surveyed the boardwalk in front of her. People were out and about as usual. Children were running around in between the people, either serving as messengers between captains or picking the pockets of the unsuspecting. Bel didn't blame them. Life out here was hard, even for an established city such as Khan Yunis.
As Bel moved through the streams of people she was cautious of those around her. She kept her hands clutched to her bag and walked as inconspicuously as possible. Ignore the catcallers. Avoid the beggar. Watch out for loose boards. She mentally told herself as she made her way out towards the dock that anchored Cid's ship. She looked up at the Highwind and gave it a bit of a wave. The scout on board waved her back then shouted.
"Ay Bell! Good morning!"
"Morning, Otis!" She greeted as she made her way up the ramp and onto the deck of the ship. The scout left his post for a bit to greet Belle properly.
"Heya Otis. How are things here?" Belinda was comfortable talking to Otis. The old man while not the most eloquent of individuals was one of Cid's oldest crewmen.
"Real dull Miss Bell. Half the crew an't even up yet. And the sandstorm made a mess of things on the deck. All them winds tossed us about really good. We barely caught a wink."
"You seem to be holding up ok."
"Aye. Slept through the storm like a babe. Used to it. But, ya here early! Lookin for the captain?"
"Aye, Otis. Got a possible client for him, need to see if he's up to the task."
"Wow. With the way things ave been going didn't think anyone had the gall to leave the city no mores. Dem pirates are makin a mess towards the east. Blockade on Eturia in the north too. Tempests in path of that new island. Things been getting worse no matter which way ya goes."
"I did not know things were that bad. I haven't had a chance to sit and chat with the locals."
"Ay, lass, best to tell ye client the truth when ya can. Anyway, Captain's in his quarters. Dotin over his fat cat or sleepin."
"Or both."
That got a chuckle out of the old sailor. He dismissed himself and returned to his post. Belinda sighed softly and walked past the ship's mast and out towards the captain's chambers. She took peek through his windows and found her view obstructed by curtains. Figures. She raised her fist towards the door and slammed it on the door three times.
"CID!"
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