Jacoby sat at the foot of his bed with a book in one hand and an orb with an eye made of blue light encased within it in the other. The eye scanned the book's pages intently, stopping to focus on interesting passages from time to time. Occasionally the eye would glance up at the cots containing Abrhi'm and Mari to see if they had awoken yet. Among the many gifts his patron had bestowed upon him, Jacoby had yet to decide if the removal of his need for sleep was worth the trouble it brought when he worked with people who still needed to do so.

Eventually though, Jacoby's companions stirred from their rest. Once they were both awake, Jacoby spoke. [color=a36209]"Good morning"[/color] Jacoby said [color=a36209]"The day has come, but the hour has yet to arrive. Cap'n Crossroads will reach the Flotilla at noon. His boat will land at a small dock on the aft end of the city. It's around about 8 o'clock right now. We'd beat the crowds if we went there now, but that would mean four hours of standing round. We could go later for less of a wait. But if we leave it for too long, we'll have to navigate the crowds that arrive before us"[/color].