Outside an opulent mansion of some kind...
Sigmund and Niklas hold a short planning meeting.
"So what are we doing again? Rubun here distracted me."
"Who is Rubun? Anyway, this house seems to be a good target. Near midday, we will come back here and test our luck at convincing the person living here to try your wonderful dishes. A person with this fortune would probably be into philanthropy, and wouldn't hesitate to contribute with the work of a foreign chef. We will use this opportunity to steal all the contents of the house, murdering the rich person if we need to do so. That way we are going to pay for the ship our new master wants. Now, we should prepare for tomorrow, and befriend that dog, the main ingredient of your next meal. Well, at least that's the plan I came up with, I'm open to your ideas, Niklas."
Oh, dear, such bold insinuations! Cook a dog, and a loyal one at that?
"What? No, Rubun is my war hound that I just found. I shall slay many does with him! Why are we paying for the ship anyway? We work for a trickster god of some sort, why not just steal it?"
"Because we are all experienced sailors and we want to contribute with our sailor comrades. I don't know if you have any experience in sailing, but none of us do, and I doubt that a single man could handle a ship able to transport ten people and their supplies. If you have a better plan to get a ship, or the gold necessary to rent one, just say it. Until now we are up to robbing this man, by either trickery, poisoning, or plain and violent murder."
"We can kill the guy, but no using the dog."
Sigmund shrugs. Okay, no foreign cuisine.
"Just get something to cook, we already have the deadly mushroom, but for it to be deadly has to be both raw and without chopping. maybe we can introduce it as a desert, or something like that, or just kill the guy. But one thing is sure, we have to gain access to the mansion, and I recommend a subtle approach, so that we don't get killed."
They are about to keep deciding on a plan of action, but Rubun seems to be bothered by something, whining and running into a certain direction, then coming back and looking expectantly at the two undead.
In the Festive Pelican...
Scott keeps interviewing the barkeep for some more information.
"Is it at least worthy of travel by sea?"
"Not a clue. Hasn't sunk yet, I can tell ya that much. Nobody's tried to sail it for ten or so years, though."
The barkeep shrugs.
"And even if it was seaworthy, you could probably find at least twenty cheaper and safer boats in the harbor within an hour. Point is, this thing ain't even for sale from what I know."
At the docks of Shriekpot...
Morton, noticing the ship, can't help but be satisfied.
"Ah-hah, a fine ship, a fine ship indeed-y! Shall we go see if the captain is aboard? I'm sure we can come to an arrangement like reasonable gentlemen, why before we know it we'll be sailing off to see the world in no time!"
He steps on the deck of the ship and cheerfully hollers for some crew members.
"Hello, anyone here? Captain? Crew?"
Interestingly enough, nobody comes out of hiding. Only a voice of uncertain gender rings out in Morton's mind.
~Welcome. How can I help you?~
Back in Emlocke...
Darren, feeling that high ground offers many advantages, lifts off and floats up through the three floors of the building, getting up to the rooftop. He looks down.
The man's still there, alright. He appears to be looking at a smoking patch on the wall Darren escaped through. Hah, silly man, everybody knows that brick doesn't burn! At least not easily, Darren hopes.
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