Chapter 3: The Darklake

As you get close you can see that there are some kuo-toa on the deck of the boat, waving at you. Shuushar makes his way out and hails them. He turns to the group.

They are worshippers of the Sea Mother. We should talk with them some more. They are not likely to injure us.

the last time we ran into these folk they summoned a dragon. Are we sure we should talk with them? cemos says in a hushed tone to the group

The Kuo-toa move around, slowing their boat. As you pull alongside, they hail you in Common.

Well met! We do have some supplies, though not much! However, we also have a surfaceman with us that would likely be more comfortable with you than with us! The tiller-tender says. At that, you notice there's a human standing alongside the fishmen. As you get close enough, Fang hops over, giving the man a close handshake. Some words are uttered that none of you understand.

Fang looks to the group.

It's true. I've felt something here, something off. It's a task I cannot ask you to accompany me on. It's not that I don't want to, Druidic law forbids me from bringing you along on this journey. I do hope you understand. I know Ander through the Moon and the Circle. More than that, we are also not allowed to reveal. Moonbrother, you have my thanks. Friends, I leave you now. Don't mourn me or be sad, this is a glorious time.

With that said, Fang leaps over the boat, shapeshifting to a fish midleap before splashing into the water.

The kuo-toa look to Cemos. I'm afraid we have no food and water, aside from our own rations. We do have some kuo-toa javelin heads that we could part with, and a Potion of Resistance that should help with any acid you encounter. he says, eyes unblinking.

My friend please, we have been on this boat for a long time and if there is anything.... anything at all you could part with. We would be able to compensate you. Perhaps you could check your cargo again.