"As you wish. I will follow up with Sabine." Darahil answered before Meesei addressed Oswall, "It would be a good opportunity to wish her a happy birthday, since you had me write off her commitments today."

Vera didn't offer any further reason for Meesei to stay, but she did want to resolve he issue of provisions. "I believe that we have enough supplies to provide for your journey to the Imperial City. Darahil, Pierrette," Vera looked to both of them, "How much gold do you believe will take Meesei and her party to Senchal? Can we spare it?"

Darahil crossed his arms and his chest slowly rose with a silent breath as he performed some mental arithmetic. The top of his breath was the point at which he reached an answer. "On hand, we have enough to spare for the sea voyage and some rudimentary supplies. You may have to provide for yourselves on the road south. Pierrette, you are better versed in planning for travel, and more immersed in our wider enterprises, how much impact would taking roughly one thousand five hundred septims of our profit this month make on us?"

"Hmm..." Pierrette made a single tsk sound, "Well, we would be slowed for next month, some plans will have to be postponed. It won't exactly bankrupt us. Given the severity of the situation, I would say that the expense would be justified. Never mind the money, Meesei, that clan might need help. You should take two thousand, just to make sure you get a ship." Pierrette gave Darahil a sideways look, "We can do without that much for a while."

Clearing his throat, Oswall shifted and spoke. "If you want my suggestion, Meesei, get that extra coin to get you a swifter ship out to the bay. It's easy to purchase space upon a sluggish trade cog, but time is of the essence. Find something smaller, leaner."