Rolf had his back turned to the shore, his wand out and moving about as he murmured to the sky.  When the two men approached the boat, he tucked the wand back in his sash surreptitiously and turned toward them, as a stiff breeze started to lash at he ropes.  He didn't like inviting more strangers onto the boat, it made doing magic difficult, as he already wasn't sure if he should do it in front of the fisherman.  But Bergoda had already put the answer into the hands of the old man, who had turned to look the two newcomers up and down.  

"Thish ish no pleasure cruise, the lady's right," he answered toothlessly, "But if you have the shilver, I can take you as far as Blackrest, just outside Blackmarsh.  Can't have no extras in the boat after that, though.  Expect to have some gators we'll need to haul out of the marsh."  

Rolf grimaced at the answer, but said nothing.  At least they wouldn't go the whole way, and it looked like the old man knew that they had to keep secrets, which made him more trustworthy, in Rolf's book.  That, or Lady Dulcena had lied to him too.