Fendros emerged from the parted waterfall in a green shirt, a leather jerkin, and plain leggings. He carried his requisite supplies in a backpack and his sword and shield on his person, though he left his armour at home. He could do well enough without it outside of a large skirmish. He gave Malithus a nod in thanks.

Sabine smiled and thanked Malithus as she walked through. Her clothing was as austere as the rest of them, a simple dull blue dress and white clothing. She did not mind wearing a dress as much as they others, though she had the luxury of picking one without a long and heavy skirt. It only reached three quarters down her legs, allowing her to run or climb without as much restriction.

"Not much," Sabine said in response to Colours. She shrugged. "It is interesting. Meesei sent for many talented scholars that live and work there. The things they do are impressive. It is good to have almost everything for alchemy. Including help from people who know more than me." Sabine stopped watching her step for a moment to look at Colours. "What is it like sailing all of the time?"

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Marod chortled and looked down, shaking his head. "Oh, good, just bickering. And it'll fix itself, that's a relief." His face lifted, turning suddenly blank. "Is your war with Clavicus Vile's cult still in progress?"