Salvation Outpost

As Gzizmix stops short, Kleber bolts past him. As the half-orc exclaims to the Zarantyr, Faeris mans the aft Ballista. Sloane catches sight of the elemental emerging from the swirling smoke and squeaks in surprise, "Oh!"

The group then hears Malbor using the same breathy language. The elemental snaps to look at the half-elf.

As the group gathers back on the poop deck, the elemental decreases in size, now floating around seven feet tall, rather than twenty. Instead of height, she takes up a lot more space. Her form softly floats around her light a billowing ball gown. Somewhat translucent, her shape is now only distinguished by the dust and smoke she gathers up as she moves. She follows Malbor closest, but keeps her distance from the rest.

On the Zarantyr’s Light, Faeris nervously keeps the ballista trained on the elemental. Captain Vren stands firmly at the gangway, clearly blocking you from bringing her aboard. "What in the Three Dragons are you doing with that?" and gestures incredulously at the wispy woman you have in tow.