On the deck of the Second Shank...
Scott believes that the Captain is on to something here.
"Yes, reintroduce yourself to that pitiful peasant, and let your apologies spring forth like gold from a priest's purse."
"NOT AT ALL, you mean? Hm. I SHALL CONSIDER THIS! OFF I GO!"
The Captain floats off the deck, moving over to the beggar. They have a conversation, which seems to proceed a tad uneasily on the part of the beggar. They speak for a while - Scott cannot rightly say what about - and the beggar then leaves, looking slightly at ease. The Captain then returns.
"THAT WENT WELL!"
Sigmund, meanwhile, seeks the Artiste's aid.
"If it is not much effort from your part, I would appreciate it, Master."
The Artiste stares off into the distance for a minute.
"Yeah, it's actually pretty simple, to be honest. All you have to do is rearrange the fundamental harmonies of existence and induce a flexible cascade event into a single artifact, then customize it with application of judicious context."
"Couldn't have explained it better myself."
At a molten scar on the face of Shriekpot...
Morton tries to think of a good plan here, wondering what his old buddy would say about all this. Probably something vaguely disturbing and cooking-related.
"I don't believe I have much on me that might house him however, unless he fancies being inside a pot, a stick, or a book I suppose. It would most certainly get him out of the heat however, which would make it much easier on good mage Erin to give him a body from there... What exactly pertains to transferring his soul? Is there something that might make it less dangerous?"
"Well, having another necromancer around would sure be handy, as they could keep an eye on the soul, make sure it doesn't fly off, but we don't seem to have one of those anymore, do we? Besides, it doesn't matter what we transfer him to - you can literally house a soul inside anything. Erin will have to reshape him no matter what, so we could put him anywhere at all, really."
"Whatever we choose, it would most certainly be for the best to get him out of the unbearable heat first; I fear there isn't much any of us can do while he's in there. I think good sir Captain might be able to help us here, he seems marvelously talented with moving things magically. I believe he should be on the ship most likely, shall we go attain his aid?"
"My way would probably be faster, and we wouldn't have to wait for the pile of slag to cool down, but hey, he's your buddy. I'll defer to you on this one."
In Helsvar's village...
Niklas searches for a kitchen in the village, although he does it in an altogether idle fashion.
Fortunately, there do seem to be a bunch of people preparing what looks like a feast in the clan hall. As such, the entire place somewhat resembles a kitchen now.