"Ind?" Emmaline breathed as they marched out of the hall. Few people in the Old World had ever even heard of the distant land and for those that had it existed only in tales and legends. It was the kind of place that came up from time to time around the Colleges of Magic. Mostly in oblique references in arcane texts and strange stories told late at night while deep in the cups.

The sound and fury of the celebration washed over them as they left the hall. A few of the guards shot Emmaline hard looks, clearly having not forgotten about the trick she had pulled when she entered. Clearly the fact that they had emerged alive from the council chamber meant that they had some measure of favor from the pirate lords and that was enough to stave of physical attack.

"Do you even know how to get to Ind?" she asked as they decended back into the riotous streets.

"I suppose I can learn," Markus allowed.

"We are going to need food and maps and ... ship stuff!"