[h2]Varian Sigmund - Outside of Dalenham, Ethora[/h2]

Varian momentarily raised his head and gazed lazily at Osmund as he made his way to them. The Highman gave the Ethorian a shake of his head in response to Osmund's first question. When he inquired about his head injury, Varian buried his head back into his palms and shrugged. "Still piecing it together myself. Probably best we keep it that way," The Highman groaned and looked around before sighing deeply. He glanced at Osmund and Edon and then again looked around for any sign of the merchant.

"Looks like fat man isn't here yet," Varian commented lowly. "Which works out anyway because I hired a few new recruits last night. They should be here soon too."

[h2]Sir Roland of House Grey - The Docks of Ekilore[/h2]

Roland scowled at Kace. The Ethorian knight was always quick to judge people, and he had since judged Kace as someone he'd rather not associate with, if he can help it. "I should hope the monks do not give us such an abhorrent vessel as one of those savage Highman warships. I'd sooner find myself swimming in all my armor than take refuge in one of them."

Captain Richard glanced at Roland and cocked an eyebrow, before he returned his attention to Kace. 

"Ah, well a very merry thank you to you, sir." Captain Crewe exclaimed to Kace, removing his hat from his head again and gesturing with it as part of a bow. "I'm glad the monks rounded up at least one gracious guest." He said, his tone directed at Roland as he made his way onto the boat. "'Tis called the Pendant. Though small, it is a jewel of craftsmanship. Made with Ethorian sails, Highman wood, and Raelusian weaponry. When I heard of this journey, I simply could not decide what type of vessel to manufacture. But I can admit when another nation does their craft best. And I wanted what all the best had... for this journey, of course." Captain Richard smiled and cleared his throat.

"From what I understand, you're all in for quite a storied journey ahead of you. And though this quest may be secret from most, the eyes of the enemy are ever-moving. When the lot of you are aboard, we set sail to just outside of the port city of Fornond, in Miracia. If your luck holds on and our grace with the Gods holds true, then the skies will be kept clear, and our presence may go unnoticed."