The Eel’s sails flapped gently in wind the as it made it slowly made it's way along the Bloodstone coast. It had been a short while since the little craft had passed the island's main harbour and now Tamsyn was looking for the little cove that she used as a mooring whenever she visited the island. It was a near perfect little spot for Tamsyn’s needs, close enough to the town that she wouldn't have to spend all night walking back and forth but secluded enough that no one would stumble across it.

The only problem was even when you knew what to look for it was damn’d hard to spot from the sea, a task not made any easier by the layer of clouds that blocked out most of the moon’s light. A couple of times Tamsyn thought she had found her destination only  to change her mind once she had looped back around to have a second look. On the third attempt a slight gap in the clouds illuminated the rock face enough for Tamsyn to be sure that the inlet she was looking at was the right one, and after a moment's private celebration she pushed on the tiller and gently nosed The Eel into it’s private little mooring. 

It was near two hours later before Tamsyn reached the outskirts of the port and began making her way to the tavern where she would meet her contact. Unloading cargo and this cargo in particular was pretty much the only time she regretted sailing on her own. Getting the boxes of castle forged weapons ashore and stashing them in a suitable cave had left her sweaty and sore and that was before she’d even begun to tread the long winding path that lead to Devil’s Rest.

Had Tamsyn been meeting a different buyer she would have left the cargo aboard the The Eel but she preferred to keep the pirate cutthroats and rebels that were her buyers tonight away from her home. The life of a smuggler wasn't exactly one overflowing with virtue, honour or particularly nice people but the Scorpions and their associates were the type vicious backstabbing arseholes that she would’ve normally avoided like the grey plague if they weren't paying over twice what she could make selling to anyone else. Even with the prospect of a heavy purse, Tamsyn had to push aside a wave of doubt as she approached the tavern where she would meet her contact. the drinks here were good at least.

The thing that struck Tamsyn as she pushed open the door was how calm the place was. The previous times she’d visited the tavern, the building had hummed with drunken debauchery, now apart from a handful drunks in varying stages of consciousness and the occasional serving girl the place was strangely subdued. Taking a seat where she could watch the door Tamsyn unhooked the sword she’d brought with her as proof of her cargo, placing it on the table and waved for a drink, exchanging a few pleasantries with the waif that brought it before sending the girl on her way with a generous tip. Tamsyn’s business here meant she could afford a little generosity and the thought of what the poor wretch had to do in this place made her skin crawl. 

When the seat across from her was still unoccupied by the time she finished her drink Tamsyn kicked her feet up onto the chair, waved for another drink, and settled down to wait; clearly she was going to be here a while. Bloody pirates.