At the cargo hold of the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...
Niklas keeps standing in his position, attempting to perform a ritualistic, expository motion of battle preparation. Like, some kind of movement that sums up his combat strategy and general personality. But what would that be?
He spends the next few minutes pondering this question, feeling a bit pressured into summing himself up in but a single choreographed motion. He is not some caricature, damn it! He is a layered, complex personality!
Meanwhile, Morton actually makes himself useful and goes to open the door.
"Right then, just this door and off we go, right, gentlemen?"
He grabs the door handle and yanks the door open, the horrors of the cargo hold opening up before them.
It's a bit dark in there, but it certainly doesn't seem like anything particularly wants to come out and murder them mercilessly. There is something oddly foreboding about the dark recesses of the ruined hold, though. It's like something is watching in there, Morton thinks.
At a luxurious mansion in Shriekpot...
Sigmund is taken aback by the man's generosity so much that he stands silently for a moment. However, he soon collects his wits.
"Thank you sir! You are a very kind gentleman. I really haven't encountered many generous people like you in my life. I have to personally apologize myself to your butler, after all what has happened."
"Well, if you feel this way, let's go see him."
The man leads Sigmund to the door and knocks. Soon enough the butler opens the door. He looks expressionlessly at the man.
"Ah, hello... Thomas."
"Master G-g-g-g-g-gimble."
"Now, it appears that you gave our guest a bit of a scare."
"It ap-pears he thought I was a g-g-g-g-ghost."
"Nothing could be farther from the truth, though. It is merely a special protective spell I devised to keep myself and my household safe, you see. The principle of it is rather interesting, to be honest. Now, friend, I believe you had something to say to good old Thomas? Why don't you say what you were going to say, and then we'll have tea and discuss our arrangement."
In the captain's quarters of the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...
Scott gives Evelyn the low-down on what's happened in her absence.
"Hey, good news! We can get on the luxury ship! We just need either 330 copper coins or some flashy magic!"
Well, that didn't take long.
"I have 9 gold coins and 2 silver. You, Erin?"
"Hah! 10 gold coins precisely! I got funds to burn!"
"Please, Erin, was it? FOCUS!"
"Oh, right! Sure!"
She thinks for a moment.
"Not sure what I could do now, though. New guy, any ideas?"
Scott, however, is otherwise occupied.
"Also, I do have a question, mage, if I can? Good, would you know how to attune one's self to poison magic?"
Evelyn regards Scott, and it is obvious she is rather unimpressed.
"Hard work and exceptional focus. The first you are unwilling to do, the second is beyond your capabilities. Ask no more."
"Aw, that ain't nice to the poor guy."
"Better that he realizes it now."
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