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All your songs and you have to listen to mine. 2 gp and I keep the bear skin in the canoe to keep us... comfortable.

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"Tziana!" he yells, "Thank ye for the breakfast, but I'm a'taking the bear skin and the boy with's me." He take the two coins from you and sets them on the table. "That'll pay me overdue bill up, I'd reckon."

She looks sideways at the two of you, but you ignore her.

Once pushed off into the ocean, you realize that you can't swim and have never been on the ocean. His tight muscles pull the canoe over the waves until you are on smooth ocean. He turns north and makes time. The sun has fully risen, and he offers you an oiled skin to keep the sun and the spray off you.

"I'd like to start," he says. He hums some words to the beat of the oars, as if there was no strain to making the canoe move now and he only needed to continue so that he could sing...

A Uhti
Ti Uhti
Alle tinqui’um

Alas one day I went to sea
I left home far behind me
And now I’m lost, so gone and lost
Not even gods can find me

Out here they got a god for rain
For wind and mountain stone
But when you’re lost, there is no god
You look to fairness, Uhti onn.

Eh Uhti
An Uhti
Alle tinqui’um

On sea and stoney mountain top
For ev’ry cause, a god to try
That plies their gifts in trade for us
To gnash our teeth, to wail and cry.

E’ha gifts life itself as breath
And sends us forth to seek our fame.
To c’alicue we finally go
To trade our life, our death the game.

Tum Uhti
Teo Uhti
Alle tinqui’um

We all have lost our loves somewhere
No use to hope, to seek, to dare
The gods do not have answers more
They strut and wail much more than care.

Steadfast the stone, primordial sea
Needs not these sacrifices
To judge a man’s morality;
So fair are nature’s vices.

Eh Uhti
An Uhti
Alle tinqui’um

Alas one day I went to sea
I left home far behind me
And now I’m lost, so gone and lost
Not even gods can find me

Out here they got a god for rain
For wind and mountain stone
But when your lost, there is no god
You look to fairness, Uhti onn.

A Uhti
Ti Uhti
Alle tinqui’um

A Uhti
Ti Uhti
Alle tinqui’um

A Uhti
Ti Uhti
Alle tinqui’um

Removing and stowing away my armor, as one wouldn't want to find it weighing you down should you fall in. I allow my shirt to go with the armor and accept his offer of the skin to slip around my lithe shoulders to to block the spray. Mentally noting the contrast between my elegant, slinder Elven frame and his his taunt, rippling muscles. Flipping my lute over, I tap the back in time to his song, pretending to enjoy it. All the while marveling over the power in his grip of the oar, and the effortless strokes as he propells the boat through the water.
I allow him to sing his song, and the turning my lute, put fingers to gut strings and sing a mariners tale.
Eärendil was a mariner
that tarried in Arvernien;
he built a boat of timber felled
in Nimbrethil to journey in;
her sails he wove of silver fair,
of silver were her lanterns made,
her prow was fashioned like a swan,
and light upon her banners laid.

Beneath the Moon and under star
he wandered far from northern strands,
bewildered on enchanted ways
beyond the days of mortal lands.
From gnashing of the Narrow Ice
where shadow lies on frozen hills,
from nether heats and burning waste
he turned in haste, and roving still
on starless waters far astray
at last he came to Night of Naught,
and passed, and never sight he saw
of shining shore nor light he sought.
The winds of wrath came driving him,
and blindly in the foam he fled
from west to east and errandless,
unheralded he homeward sped.

"Pretty good" he says. You rolled a 9 add the 4 for performance mod.

"Where did you learn to play so well?"

"I was drawn to the sounds as early as I can remember. There are many among my kind who have such gifts, so it is easy to learn when one has the desire."

Shivering a bit, I pull the skin tighter around my shoulders. "How long have you sailed these waters?"

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Pauses to listen to the waves against the wood, lost and lonely.

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"That’s about as beautiful as that sea squall off to the west. Full of purple and orange in the sunset. Beautiful but dangerous. We’d better go a wee bit faster. Baya you said. What’s in Baya?"

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"If ya know more powerful sea magic than I then it would be much obliged. The storm grows unnaturally strong and the beach has turned to Stoney knives in this torment." The waves have indeed grown and the splatter of rain now peppers the surface. Sea foam makes seeing anything in the water difficult as the light fades from the sky to be replaced by lightning. "I’m making for the far side of that pointe break there or we are doomed."

He suddenly stops despite his need for speed, turns a hand crossbow toward you, ... and fires."

"If ya know more powerful sea magic than I then it would be much obliged. The storm grows unnaturally strong and the beach has turned to Stoney knives in this torment." The waves have indeed grown and the splatter of rain now peppers the surface. Sea foam makes seeing anything in the water difficult as the light fades from the sky to be replaced by lightning. "I’m making for the far side of that pointe break there or we are doomed."

He suddenly stops despite his need for speed, turns a hand crossbow toward you, ... and fires."

I attempt to avoid the crossbow bolt and cast a Charm Person, as I need him to pilot the boat out of this danger.