Session 2: Soul of Winter

It has been a pair of days since you boarded the Icebreaker. Your time, though spent mostly on menial tasks surrounded by the monotonous endless sea, feels easier as you slowly get your sea legs. You are even starting to only notice the ever-present salty air and the northern cold winds if you think about it. The incident of the first night has been all but forgotten. The head count shows no one is missing, so the crew discarded it as some large fish in the darkness or a larger wave hitting the side of the ship.

After the rough start, you start to get used to the sea as the two-masted ship sails without any incident. That is, without any other incident. Fizel, having previous experience sailing, quickly becomes comfortable enough to walk around, quickly meeting the captain, who he slowly gets to respect due to his practical, yet fair, approach to solving the daily problems onboard. Sometimes, he can even be seen taking the icebreaking duty, replacing the captain's "missing" night-shift.

Agna struggled the most, being used to the far more stable footing of the mountains. Altough she quickly found that the sea rations are little more than boiled potatoes and egg, old beer and biscuits far too hard to eat, something that was even worse than the sea itself for the orc. The half-elf cook excused himself with the deadly cold, which prevented them from taking more than a couple of poultry, and the lack of proper vegetables in the cold north. The fight between the two grew almost to mutiny level, but the crew mostly enjoyed the resulting improvements to the food, so no one did much about it, simply hoping both would survive the trip.

Izuhn, on the other hand, even though a dwarf, surprised everyone by feeling the most at home. He could be spotted out on the deck every cloudless night or even volunteering to watch duty up in the crow's nest, having not trouble mixing with the crew. If you didn't know better, it would almost seem that the dwarf was in an elven trance as he marveled at the endless moonlit sky. The strange feeling of being called north grew strong with each night, as if his return was promised in the stars.

As usual, dinner is served around sunset, the now familiar ringing of the kitchen bell calling the crew when it is ready. Those not on duty make their way to the messdeck where you find the cook holding the small bell and anxiously looking at Agna, waiting to see her reaction.

As Agna sits down with the "Waterdeep delicacy" the messdeck falls silent, waiting for her reaction. A faint cursing echoes through the deck the moment she drops the spoon, unimpressed with the meal. Though Izuhn's comment and the orc's reply to it lifts the crew's spirits and the entire room bursts into noisy laughter and chatter.

Once the crew gets back minding their own food and you get out of the spotlight, Fizel who has been quietly sitting down eating the black mud turns to Izuhn. "You said you wanted to talk?" he looks intrigued by the other dwarf's cryptic message. "It better be about a turn towards us making some extra coin"