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   [color=fff79a]Y'Vanna's face and brow twitched a bit at Neh'miah's slick words hit her like a bat. Unfortunately, it was not a sobering blow... 

    [color=f7941d][i] "Aye, that be me indeed, love."[/i][/color] she said, [color=f7941d][i]"least I be having the coin to spend it.. you know, on a daily basis."[/i][/color]

   Her tone was sharp but it was only a game. She had seen Neh'miah several times and this banter seemed to be a common form of greeting for the regular patrons of the Faded Lantern. All this talk of the grog was making her rather thirsty and she began to ponder what was keeping Percy, and her horn. A fleeting thought next to the details of their proposal. 

    [color=f7941d] "I don't think that steali-"[/color] 

     [color=00aeef]"No one is going to steal a ship and run it just off the coast to Gnok Island and expect to get back unscathed by the authorities."[/color] Vargas, abruptly cutting Y'Vanna off. [color=00aeef]"Hell, I doubt you lot could make it out of the harbor."[/color]

     Vargas was quiet for a minute. His hand coursed through his well groomed facial hair as he glanced over those at the table, sizing them up. Neh'miah was a bit too proud, but he had always been what Vargas would call a "decent earner". So was Y'Vanna, who was nearly a pickle and less than ambitious with her loot. She was still very capable, none the less. And then there was Solange... Despite his ever growing lustful passions for the woman did not cloud the fact that she was as sinister, and as dangerous, as they come. She was absolutely capable of keeping Y'Vanna on track... his track.  He was also aware that Solange was toying with him. He was no idiot, nor did he seem to mind it entirely. It was something that he had always envisioned that she would eventually get over, and would one day come to her senses. This little endeavor here that she managed to include herself in only fortified his grip on the woman, or so he thought anyway. She managed to do so as his partner no less, something he wasn't prepared to let go of entirely.

     [color=00aeef][i]"This little trip will require rations and gear as well or did you not tally that into the equation as well? Eighty Kilometers is no short distance by sea no less. You'll need rations for at least a week, possibly two. Then you'll need proper gear for your tasks once you get there."[/i][/color]  Vargas said. His tone was more professional now. [color=00aeef][i]"I bet this fine sailor here has some inclination of what that sort of trip might cost a small group, were they so inclined to do so, Morangi?? is it?."[/i][/color] ([@Jarl Coolgruuf])

     He pulled a small journal booklet from his coat pocket along with a small piece of folded cloth which had a small quill and inkwell in it. Vargas was a busy man and always kept this with him. His journal, a most prized thing, held all his dealings and balances. He produced the inkwell and set it on the table neatly before him, carefully undoing the top of it. He then placed the journal square in front of him. He undid the little leather strap that kept it securely closed and began to flip through the pages, stopping towards the end on a blank sheet. He dipped the quill and began to write.[/color]

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[color=Gray]NARARATOR- 

     [i]The Faded Lantern is now in full swing. A fight erupts below and a group of patrons howl in delight. Vargas seems to be unmoved by this as it is normal behavior for the tavern. The rain has finally subsided and Large pyres reach into the growing darkness of the evening sky. Drums and wild music can be heard from the streets as the festival takes form in the square below. [/i][/color]