Pathfinder2e The Spurned hath no fury like alchemy

Logrith sees the tense exchange going on between Sudamon and the halfling captain. His immediate reaction is to move closer to aid his friend, but he hesitates, a small smile meandering across his face. Logrith and the bear move towards the pier, just close enough that Sudamon can see them both. Then they stop and let the scene play out. Logrith's eyes sparkle in mischievous delight. The bear might be smiling too.

Carth points at the ship. "Is that the Nine Buttons? If so, I'll be a passenger. I've come to verify that you are equipped for horses as well as passenger." He jumps down and removes a gauntlet offering his hand to "Cee-Cee". He doesn't squat or bend low for the smaller person, but places his hand somewhere he judges will be the least uncomfortable for them both.

"Sudamon Carth, my good fellow, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Marashepsut wanders about the market for a bit purchasing a second cask of mead and a pair of comfortable leather boots as well as a basket of sticky buns before meandering down towards the dock. Warm cloak draped about her shoulders and headdress around her neck like an oversized scarf she approaches the dock slowly consuming one of the still warm sticky buns.

"Is that the way of it then? We each waste each other's time? I'm fine with that, though I suspect if me and my horse are risk of successfully stowing away, then your problems are indeed mighty."

At this point, Logrith feels that Sudamon might have gotten the message and starts to approach, scroll in hand, the bear trailing hugely behind walking upright, licking his chops and claws clean of all the fishy goodness as he goes.

Carth stands politely with his horse and waits for Logrith to respond.

Logrith is done playing and is now tired of the captain's attitude.

Here! He shoves the writ in the hafling's face. This should do, should it not? As he reaches forward with the scroll, White Claw takes a step out from behind him.

Carth files that away, and decides that it may be better served to question or bribe the crew, but he'll make that judgement call later, after he talks to the others.

"You're a sight, Logrith, what with White Claw looming behind you. Did you get everything you needed for the journey? I'm sure Mara is bargaining up a storm with the locals, and I hope she makes it before we shove off. I suspect good captain Cee-Cee is not one for a schedule deviation."

He leads his fierce horse on board, confident that the loyal mount will overcome it's base reservations about sea travel.

He recalls his old mentor's cautious words: Never get on the boat! and chuckles to himself.

Haha, White Claw has gotten me out of a scrap or two without getting into a scrap or two, if you know what I mean. But you do know what I mean, don't you? Logrith gives Carth a playful poke on the shoulder.

Yes I didn't need much as I had come prepared, but the bear enjoyed some fresh fish and I bought a bunch more dried for the journey. I just hope the weather holds out, as being stuck topside won't provide much in the way of shelter from rain, or spray for that matter. But as always, we will make do.

As for Mara, she better make it. She will be filled to the brim with goodies and besides, we will need her help.

Taking Carth aside, Logrith asked in a hushed voice, What did she mean by those comments? Have we made a mistake signing on to this job?

Carth whispers back, "Perhaps, but I did expect a certain amount of resistance on the collecting side of this. The fee that was offered for our service was generous." He pauses and straightens, before shaking his head.

"We'll need to find out what we can. It seems that there is a history here involving our predecessors. I trust that if Laird Decklin knows that if there is a double cross in the cards, Torag's justice shall be expedient, regardless of his position."

Mara heads down to the docks with her horse before this happens and presumably encounters Capt. Cee Cee. She greets the captain and her first mate kindly, offering both of them a sticky bun. When they undoubtedly challenge her for being on the dock she merely states, "I’m with the bear." When she’s let aboard she offers the captain the second keg of mead as way of an apology for the loss of cargo space due to having to transport their horses.

When her horse is settled Marashepsut joins Sudamon and Logrith near the bow. "Did you learn anything new?" She asks offering the men sticky buns.

"I do not trust this Malek," she says around a mouthful of bun, "he is fat and smells particularly odorous, even for a human." She looks at Sudamon, "No offence. Not to mention the reward he is offering seems completely out of line for a simple, what is the words you use? An 'iihdar alsaey, a fetch quest."

Mara pushes her blue black hair back from her eyes, "I shall consult the cards tonight," she shrugs, "we will drink wine, tells stories and engage in the thlath haqayiq, the three truths to get to know each other better."