Episode 1: A Helping Hand

Golwen picks up on the implied stay here, and remains outside. He decides it's probably best to keep an eye on the volatile large fighter, Haesh, anyway. Tordek seems to have a knack for calming the human, but it might be a good idea to be in a position to intervene in case anyone decides to make the fatal mistake of calling the proud man a coward - or anything else.

With his attention on the immediate surroundings, and his new companions, he uses a mental command to send Rhevia to a higher perch where he can keep an eye on the group from above.

"Reporting for a charter sailing today for Jyehm Cay, the Red Cutter. Might you know where she's berthed, Dockmaster?"

Rhod keeps a friendly enough demeanor, but gets right to business.

While Rhodrick goes inside Haesh decides he wants a rest from all the walking around. He drops his sack and leans up against the building. He slowly slides down until his butt hits the ground and pushes his feet out in front of himself.

"So its like I said, that guy just kept trying to push me to pay extra for what I wanted... 30 gold can you believe it?! All of it was probably rubbish anyway... BUT still 30 gold! It probably was not even worth 1 gold!"

Haesh has been talking in circles the whole walk and has probably explained his end of things to the group a dozen times by now. Whether the group is annoyed by it, Haesh does not seem to notice.

Rhodrick reaches to the side and dips a quill into an open inkwell. He scratches in a rough, but legible script,

'Thoroar Wyvernjack, male, human'

"Some of the others are outside, but I don't know if they've all got their letters. Want me to save you the trouble?" He cocks an eyebrow in the man's direction and tries to match his weary expression.

Tordek claps a hand on Haesh's shoulder. "I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding. The man's got to have his reasons. Regardless, it may be some time before we return, so we can sort it out at that point." He then makes his way inside, trailing after Rhodrick. "Good day, Harbormaster! Are we ready to set off?"

Rhod dips the nib of the quill in the well again and quickly scratches in five more names.

'Askew Yellowjar, male, halfling'
'Hargretor Gellantara, male, human'
'Norward Loreweaver, male, half elf'
'Gralamin Moonshadow, male, elf'
'Thoain Dagarkin, male, dwarf'

"Master Dagarkin!" Rhodrick turns to Tordek as he enters. "We were just getting squared away. The honorable deputy harbormaster was about to point out where the Red Cutter rests so we can shove off!"

Tordek cocks an eyebrow at Rhodrick for a moment before turning back to the door. "Well it seems all is in good hands here, I shall lead our companions to the ship while you take care of anything else here." He quickly heads out the doors, motioning for the others to follow him.

"Haesh -- heads up!" as Parallel tosses him the big bag of provisions.
"You been on a sea voyage before? You never forget your first..."

Never one to assume, Golwen quickly scans the side of the hull looking for the vessel's name. Finding reassurance in the faded letters, he makes his way nimble across the gangplank with the rest of the party as Rhevia finds a suitable perch atop the centre mast.

"Well met...Captain?" Golwen replies with a respectful nod. "I take this to be the Red Cutter. Have I hit the mark or are my friends and I aboard the wrong vessel?"

"Aye, that she be," nods the dwarf, his tone practical and forthcoming. "I am Captain Yokgrumli. And I take you to be the honored guests we are to ferry across the turbulent sea. Have I hit that mark, or are we to be casting the lot of ya overboard?"

"You have hit the mark, Captain." Jandral interjects gleefuly, bowing like a troubadour. "A fine ship she is!" the masked man says, gesturing at the sails.

Yokgrumli gives another nod in wordless thanks. "And everyone is here, yes? Let us secure your parcels and set sail while the tide is right!"

Without waiting for a reply, Yokgrumli turns and yells, "All hands to weigh anchor!" The ship bursts into activity as each person runs to their station and begins preparations to depart Eglar. After observing the crew for a bit, Yokgrumli turns back to you all and says, "Allow me to show you to your quarters." With a sweep of his hand, he gestures to the door leading to the second deck.

You descend away from the bustle topside as Yokgrumli leads the way past a common room to a short recessed area fronting three doors. The captain opens the middle door and steps into a single small room at the foredeck. Bereft of any furniture, there is enough space to accommodate 4 hammocks. "Sorry 'bout the lack of furniture," says Yokgrumli, in a tone that indicates he isn't really.

Parallel claims a bottom hammock and secures his belongings, tying things down the way he was taught for river travel.
"Where do we report for duty, captain? No idle hands, I presume."