On the deck of the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...
Morton, having devoted some thought to the matter, speaks on the tendency toward mutilation and wandering off somewhere among his wondrous fellows.
"I've honestly not the slightest, good Mage Erin. Even I'm quite shocked at all the damage that seems to be wrought upon the second-chancers of us, although I'm not usually there to witness much of it. Indeed, the worst injury I've seen us sustain would've been good Sir Sigmund getting his lower torso crushed by a sapient tree. I feel rather sad that I have to say that this is only the worst that I've seen instead of that which has happened."
He pauses to think.
"... well, I suppose there is Sir Scott having of gotten badly wounded, but I arrived much too late to do much to prevent that. That was... certainly an interesting scene to stumble upon. I don't believe I've gotten lost yet either, although I do admit to perhaps taking more time than I should with things, and I do apologize for that."
"Eh, what can ya do? That's how adventure works, I guess. Ya get distracted, then get either rich or mutilated. Or both."
As they muse, Scott initiates communication with the distracted Captain.
"Help yourself, by the way, how are we, untrained in sailing, supposed to get the ship ready for voyage?"
"That is a VERY GOOD QUESTION. Fortunately, TRUE SAILING is actually SIMPLE ENOUGH that you could TRAIN APES TO DO IT! And I should KNOW! Why, I SWEAR that my crew MAY OR MAY NOT have been HALF-APE at ANY GIVEN TIME. Or so it SEEMED, at any rate. To be honest, I AM MORE WORRIED ABOUT NAVIGATION. Those POOR NAVIGATORS. They have a TOUGH LOT IN LIFE."
In the streets of Shriekpot...
Sigmund tries to find a patrolling guard of some sort. Fortunately, there is one just nearby! Sigmund, glad that the long arm of the law truly reaches everywhere, approaches said fellow.
"Excuse me, good sir, would you be so kind to tell me where the prison is? I heard that someone who owes me money probably ended up there."
"You don't say? Well, the prison's a ways out of town, but I'm not sure you want to go there - they don't permit visitors. You could go to the headquarters of the guard, maybe set up an appointment - it's in the trade district, looks like a keep, with seven towers and a circular exterior wall. Difficult to miss, but if you do, go to the center, walk down Cooper Street, should be easy to locate. I could take you there, actually - need to make a report, anyway."
At Karina's home...
Darren realizes there's still an unanswered question here.
"Are you sure you'll be safe? I mean, what if they come up here?"
Karina smiles.
"I appreciate your concern, but I should be safe. I live far from where they are - with the exception of Danielle, the others live deeper inside, closer to danger - I'm sure they've got something worked out with the deepers, and I want no part of it. And they don't like to venture far from their haunts - well, except this one guy, but I don't think he hangs around here anymore. I think he went to live deeper."
In the den of the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...
Niklas tries to arrive at the truth through well-placed doubt.
"Well, I feel different, somehow. Don't know how, but different."
He then realizes that something bugs him.
"Seriously now, how are you two here? Kruub I can understand, but as far as I know you two don't know any magic.
"Maybe we're here because we should be here, kinda like Kruub? It kinda makes sense."
"Or maybe it's the power of love. But yes, I do feel like I should be here, somehow. Like something greater than both of us has brought me here, my love."
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