Corda just smiles and replies, "When you have an idea who your true love is, it gives you a chance learn a few things. Now try to sleep." She continues humming.
Some kinda woman… Skaar thinks as he resumes trying to sleep.
The wind pushes you eastward, but the weather holds in your favor. The morning passes with little incident, but you come across an island around midday.
Skaar gestures to the land mass.
"What's that", he grunts.
When the island appeared, she commented, "Hmmm, we're not far off course. What island is this?"
The island teems with fruit-bearing trees and you see several buildings in the distance.
Skaar does as he's asked waking Corda in time to catch the sunrise. At first he doesn't understand what the big deal is. The pale mottled colored reminded him of a bloodied battlefield but sooner her awe begins to rub off on him.
"I guess it is kinda nice..."
***
"I was hoping you'd know", he answers.
"Those look like fruit trees", Skaar says.
"We should stop. It wouldn't hurt to pick up some supplies."
Looking at the current supplies and remembering that it's mostly dried meats and fruits, Corda responds, "Well, given our current supplies will last some time, and fresh fruit is always a luxury. Okay then, let get some good stuff." She steered towards the island, "Be a dear, and watch for rocks, will you?"
Skaar chuckles and looks to the coast for hazards.
The approach to the island is safe enough. Corda docks the boat with ease.
"Help me get my armor on and let's see who lives here", the hulking bare-chested orc says as he picks up the assorted pieces of armor. "And if there's trouble, we meet back here."
Corda helps Skaar with his armor, she couldn't help but be impressed with his muscular physique and lightly brushed her fingers along his chest at one point. Such power. She thought. After getting his gear situated, The young Witch grabbed her gear and got off the boat. Carefully, she looked at the fruits to determine if they were safe to eat.
The fruits all appear to be standard tropical fare and safe to eat. The air is warm and humid, a welcome breeze comes along every few minutes.
"Thanks."
Once Skaar's armored, he leads the way off of the vessel and towards the nearby buildings.
Skaar heads towards the buildings. They are a different style than the orc has seen in his life, built out of some blue stone with silver-like embellishments. Women, children and men in loose togas mill about the area, doing daily tasks. They seem to pay no heed to the orc. There is one building larger than the others of this "village" with a domed roof.
Not having a sack available, Corda opens her pack and stuffs as much fruit as she can inside, without getting their juices all over her gear. Once full, she heads back to the boat and off-loads the fruit. The young Witch then proceeds to follow Skaar's footprints towards the buildings. She soon catches up with the Orc and says, "Well this certainly seems a strange place."
Corda catches up to Skaar surveying the scene. The people continue to pass as if you are not there.
"Hail", Skaar grunts to a passerby. "We're new here. What is this place?"
"The Island of the Oracle," a man says, continuing on his way.
Skaar looks to Corda hoping the name might be familiar.
On one hand, it was nice to meet folks that didn’t flinch meeting him and he could appreciate the fashion – No nasty chafing in that getup. On the other, they seemed a little too diligent, something that struck the big Orc as unnatural.
Stopping another passerby, Skaar asks a follow up question.
”Who’s the Oracle?”
"In the temple, she gives knowledge for a price," a woman says, walking towards one of the houses.
”Knowledge? I could use some of that right now”, Skaar says with a grunt to his companion. ”Let’s see if we can meet this Oracle.”
Skaar walks into the temple in the center of town. He discovers a great room filled with many muscular male attendants . In the center of the room, among a plethora of cushions, sits a dark-skinned woman who reminds Skaar of Mohato. Her unclothed bosom quivers as she looks up to see the orc.
"Welcome to my temple, Skaar," she says, her golden eyes appraising the orc.
Skaar glances at the attendants suspiciously.
When she speaks his name, the big Orc looks surprised.
"How did-"
He stops when he makes the connection, "Right. Yer a seer..."
After taking a moment to enjoy the show, the big Orc clears his throat.
"You should also know why I'm here."
"Of course. Are you willing to pay the price?" the woman says, her tone quite unsettling.
Skaar nods, "I've got some coin. What's yer price?"
Corda, who stayed silent this whole time, put her hand on Skaar's bicep and said, "I'm not sure coin will work as payment." After thinking a moment she added, "Or that."
Skaar looks down at the hand on his arm.
"What do ya mean?"
"All I'm saying is be careful when offering payment, it may be steeper than you know." The young Witch warned.
The hulking greenskin nods.
A little wiser to the game, Skaar asks again, ”What’s yer price?”
"Just some of your time," the oracle replies. "That's all I require."
”How much time?” Skaar growls. ”You know there’s people that need me. Time is one thing I don’t haf a lot of.”
The hulking greenskin raises an eyebrow and studies the Oracle’s ‘display’.
”Are you talkin’ about some time alone?”