"No no, call a boat, I said," Rebat chuckled, pointing out to the water. "This is His Might's first river, the Victory River, which feeds into the Dragonblood. On the other side is the Talon's pass. Now, we have to get to the other side, don't we? Now call for one of the crossing boats, and money, I'm sure, will make it ferry us across." Sure enough, the river was never without kobold barges and sailboats going up or downstream, laden with passengers or cargo. "My throat, I could talk forever about it. I am proud, proud to Scen, that I was the first to breach the Traeton walls. I paid for it with this." With that, he pointed to the gash in his throat, where air would escape as he exhaled. "Point is, it cannot call for a ferry. So could you?"