BOSK

Bosk nearly spits out his stout as he begin a half choking hearty laugh, nearly.
Once he gathers himself he says chortling [B]"A Spelljammer is a ship that flies, it flies between the worlds. It can fly between the spheres and navigate the "the Flow" by use of Helm or Artifact furnace.
When I was a young grub of perhaps 90 I encounter a downed Jammer talked with it's crew of their adventures. They offered me a berth and being young and lacking self confidence I turned them down, it is a regret I now think I shall rectify.[/B]
Bosk grins at his new companion then shovels his mouth full of prime rib.
After draining his stout he looks at Aethelred saying [B]We'll be needing at least one or even better two Mages as they are the source of the Jammer's power. Oh and not to worry as the Helm only temporarily drains them and they need only memorize their spells anew to be refreshed.
By my father's beard even here on our world the use we could put a jammer towards is astounding.[/B]
Bosk's eyes seem to glow with an inner light as he looks at the tote board
[B]"A Jammer's Helm is worth a fortune even should the hull be a waste. If I remember it can be mounted to the deck of a ship if the ship is sturdy and that ship might fly[/B] the Last he utters almost as a whisper.

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CARAVAN

Cassandra hears the Ranger ask if she knows of a nearby healer and blushes as she turns her thoughts from Sir Kane.
[B]Yes I know of a healer, she is the Lady of the Lonely Inn.
I could show you how to get there as it isn't to far away[/B] she says with a defeated sigh
It isn't that she doesn't care if the elf woman is healed or not but to be so close to the beautiful Sir Kane only to loose him has ruined her mood.