Chapter 3: Silver Isle, Floating Market

As you are all led through the village there are dark looks thrown Magda's way, but no one bothers any of you. Nela explains that the Elder seems willing to trade, but not for silver nor gold. "They'll trade you an oar for your liver if you think that's fair," Magda says with a snort.

Zale: The whispers are in a language you don't understand. But their facial expressions are easy to read: hatred and fear towards Magda. Curiosity and fear towards the rest of you. You see grips tightening on weapons, children being hidden away, feel stares from behind window slats. The only friendly faces are a trio of old geezers who accepted drinks from you flask. hey invite you to join them drinking at one of the guys' house.

Jineer: You wander off on your own, but this place doesn't seem to have a tavern. If Zale goes with the old drunks you can tag along if you wish.

Nela: When you first arrived you weren't given a choice - you were forced to see the Elder. Now, the group is being led along the same path through the village, but any of you splitting off goes unchallenged. "They're afraid of you after what you did to the guardian," Magda murmurs. "I wonder if that means they'll let me go unharmed, too."