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[Pandarsenic]

French doesn't get Serious Murderin' Skills until much later. Irish is combat abilities through and through.

[Powder Miner]

We must pursue the path of the French to get aforementioned Serious Murderin Skills more quickly than if we follow irish!

[Monkeyfacedprickleback]

We must pursue the path of the French to get aforementioned Serious Murderin Skills more quickly than if we follow irish!

Save the skill point till we get to denmark. I dont like the idea of putting points in french. At least not until we have the ability to cleve people in twain.

[Hubris Incalculable]

Yeah, enough with frenchiness, for now. Let's get Irish.

[Pandarsenic]

Not having a particular need for combat or escape skills, you again stall on tapping into the power you have available.

You take stock of your immediate future.

You have yet to determine what manner of lodging you wish to seek for the night, and how to pay for it. Once you do, you may ask Bulk Vanderhuge any further questions before sleeping. Once you've slept, you'll need to seek out a proper ship bound for Denmark and secure passage on it.

And just two days ago you had so much free time.

[Monkeyfacedprickleback]

Well How much would a room at inn cost? I think we should slum it. Find a Cehap defendable room and split it with bulk Incase we get attcked by order troops.

[Pandarsenic]

You've never had to pay for an inn before, but Bulk informs you that they range from around one to twenty silver, depending on quality, provision of food, etc. You ask if he'll pay for half the room; he indicates the silver looted from the bodies to you with a wry grin.

You find a fairly cheap one; it costs 7 silver and is... technically mostly clean? Your Princely Sensibilities are offended by it, but with the wild variance in prices of a ship to Denmark...

You cringe. Do you go through with it? The overweight, greasy man behind the counter taps his feet impatiently.

[micelus]

Sure.

[Powder Miner]

...Yes. You'll certainly spend more time on the ship than the inn.

[Twi]

Indubitably.

[Pandarsenic]

You grimace and force yourself to pay out the 7 coins, electing for dropping them onto the stained counter at the bar rather than coming into contact with the bartendinnkeeper. The bartendinnkeeper reaches under the counter and pulls out a key. Bulk Vanderhuge rolls his eyes a little at your Princely Sensibilities and takes the key. As you walk up the stairs, he wipes it and his hands with the Bloodstained Shitty Blue Scarf Rag of Order Cleaning, then inserts it into the door to the room.

There is one bed.

Your and Bulk freeze, then slowly turn to each other.

What do you do?

[micelus]

...Does it matter? Sailors from even 2 centuries ago didn't care.

Anyway, toss a coin.

[Kadzar]

Bed sharing wouldn't even be a thing people would worry about in these times. You just gotta pick what side you'll each be on and stick to your sides. The alternative is that someone would have to sleep on the cold, hard ground in a room with absolutely no heating. Modern concepts of personal space would be completely unreasonable in this situation.

[Pandarsenic]

You move towards it and Bulk raises a finger to stop you. With a smile and a red glow of his eyes, he turns to the bed and fires a wave of Chaos at it; it washes over the bed, and you both involuntarily shudder, as your link to Chaos makes you keenly aware of the death of more bed bugs than you care to count which have been slain by Bulk's Chaos Cleaning, an ability which allows him to use Chaos to scour surfaces or objects of undesirable things like the late bedbugs or the beings biomancers call "Bacteria."

"No need for thanks," Bulk adds smugly.

--

You awaken as the light of dawn enters the window - no, wait, that's the light of... ehh, a little before noon. Bulk Vanderhuge is nowhere to be seen, but he left you a note.

Investigating potential ships. Will back at noon.

True to his word, you hear a key enter the door and Bulk walks in. He pulls two pieces of bread from his pack and tosses you one. You gingerly begin nibbling at it. Bulk, for his part, seems resigned to having to babysit you in the aspects of life in which you have no practical experience on account of your Princeliness.

"I threw out the options that were leaving too far from now or tried to overcharge. A merchant and a smuggler each made fairly solid offers; the merchant wants more, but he has a more comfortable ship, and these waters are fairly well-patrolled. The Vikings protect his ship since he's one of their best, and under British Empire waters he's legitimate so he'll be guarded by the Imperial Navy. The smuggler is fast - as opposed to the merchant's relaxed 3-day journey, he plans to arrive there tomorrow morning. The merchant is going to be arriving in Denmark's northern regions - the heart of Viking territory. The smuggler is running an Aesir blockade of a Jotunn settlement just past the Heligoland Bight."

[micelus]

Smuggler