Lukasz gets Leekoo's attention before saying, "Watch over our comrade when you can and keep a sharp eye out." Then, he also boards a boat figuring it best to split the group evenly than to have one stranded on her own. He didn't have much experience in sailing, but perhaps what he lacked in experience he could make up for through his natural intuition.
Two sailors climb into the boat along with Luckasz and wait for Payn to take her place before pushing off. Kargeld takes two leaving one behind with Leekoo to show him the ropes.
The sailor is an excellent teacher and Leekoo gets a permanent +1 trait bonus to Profession Sailing checks.
The small boat sweeps through the waves, as Lukasz, Payn and two sailors hunt for Seal. Payn make a survival check.
Payn and her crew come home several hours later with nothing shown for their time on the seas.
Kargeld and his men had similar luck as they meet with the ship. Well a bad day's hunt all around huh? With any luck tomorrow we'll do better.
Bueller? Bueller? Bueller?
Allison woke only a couple hours before the boats returned. She had thus far, eaten a small breakfast and was ready to take her watch for the night again. She was growing weary and restless trapped on this boat. The delay only making it worse. She was promised to become the Master's blade. Yet, here she was, stuck in the scabbard growing dull.
Hearing the Captain's declaration of spending another day 'gathering water', Lukasz now firmly on board, stated, "Captain, are you certain additional delay is necessary?"
You don't know the dangers of the high seas boy. If the wind were to suddenly drop we could be stuck out here for weeks. Better to be well supplied.
Tightening his fists at Odenkirk's stubbornness, Lukasz nonetheless remains calm, even pleasant. "If that is the case, then allow me to lead one of the boats tomorrow. I may not be an apt sailor, but mayhaps my wisdom may help in finding the best places to spot what we search for."
Better to help with what this fool wants now and speed us along towards our goal and hopefully a sweet end to our dealings with this man, he finished in his mind.
He nods. The next day the two boats sail again. One of you make a survival roll. Leekoo can go with you this time.
Though unskilled in looking for what the Captain wanted to find, Lukasz kept his eyes peeled for any sign of movement that would tip them off to where 'water' might be.
When you get back to the ship Odenkirk is pulling his prize aboard, better than the day before he watches as the men stack a pile of seals on the deck. Oi, how did the seas treat you today?
Kargeld looks at your empty boat. Haha, not so well then? Oh well. It's time to pull anchor and get on our way. Kargeld starts shouting orders and the ship begins to move.
Lukasz, glad that the Captain finally decided to continue with the mission, nodded in response. Though he looked calm, his frustration at the Captain continued to boil as the group moved back onto the ship. He would see the Captain dead...once his usefulness had run its course.
Odenkirk keeps the ship anchored until the next morning and begins pulling away. After a couple of hours one of the sailor's notes a set of boats hugging the shoreline and slowly making their way towards your ship. He calls it out.
Feeling as refreshed as he was likely to feel while forced to sleep on deck, Lukasz looked in the direction the sailor was pointing as he stated, "Captain...who are they?" His fingers rested lightly on his weapon, wary of some trick or such that might be played on their group.
Yutak. Never seen 'em this far south before. Kargeld says as they're greeted.
One of the members speaks. We have much trade, you want? He says in accented and slightly broken common.
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Payn counts the Yutak, evaluating fighting competency and quality of arms and armor.
Only Lukasz and those very close can hear her mutter, "Why...yes. We do.... Want.....Take....Have...."
Her eyes are red-rimmed. Someone else might guess it from a poor night's sleep.
But those of the entourage can recognize the symptoms of Blood Withdrawl.
"Skulls...for the skull throne..... Blood...for the...."
Early afternoon, around 3.
Tucking the symbol of Asmodeus out of view as the Yuktak boat drew close, Lukasz did his best to take on the air of a merchant and waited until the Yutak spoke to say, "That would depend on what you are trading. And what you value in return."
We have much tusks. Very valuable. Metal is good for trade. He replies.
As the boats are approaching, Allyson will use her iron circlet to change her disguise to her alias.
'Amelia' ignores Payn trying to keep her own body placed firmly between the visitors and Payn's bloodlust. She turns her attention to Lukasz. "With us losing the blacksmith, we no longer have much use for the mithril cobras. I believe ivory would be easier to exchange for coin that untempered mithril." She makes the point with a flat voice. She could honestly care less about the ivory, metal, or coin. She was merely pointing out facts and clearly placing the decision to him.
Smiling pleasantly, Lukasz nodded at 'Amelia' before stating, "Well we don't have much that we could trade ourselves. We do have some mithril that is quite valuable that we could see parting with. How much ivory to you have available to you?"
The man looks shocked and quickly confers with his fellows in their native tongue. One of the men in the boat pulls forth a long wrapped bundle almost 8 feet log. He unwraps it revealing a long Narwhal Tusk It is a magnificent specimen. Tusk much valuable, trade?
Allyson keeps a wary eye on the men as they rush off to their boat. Concerned they were either attempting to cheat them, or worse going to gather weapons to take the mithril. She is relieved to see the tusk, but still keeps a vigilant eye for any signs of deciet.
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Payn's mind turns to the tactical. She watches their movements, trying to gauge which are the best fighters, who is the most likely to put up the most resistance...and if any of them like it rough.
Alas, she can only think about how long it's been since she's hurt anything. She starts to imagine the Yutak are all orcs, and if they're not stopped, they'll rape the crew to death, eat their flesh, and sew their skin to their clothes. And if they're very very lucky, in that order.
She's starting to have a hard time time telling fiction from reality.
Allyson can just tell that the Yutak think it's a good idea, but she can't tell if the deal is good for you guys or them.
Not wanting to draw more attention than necessary to their group, Lukasz looked over the ivory and stated, "Seems a fair trade." Then, looking up at the one speaking for the Yutak group, he drew out the mithral and followed up with, "Do you have a practice for coming to agreement on such a trade? Admitedly, I don't have much experience in the practices of your people."
No no, just give. He says while holding out the staff.
Lukasz offered the mithral scrap as he took the ivory in exchange. If the exchange happened without incident, Lukasz nods his head and states, "It is done. May your hunting go smoothly." Though Lukasz looked calm, he was eager to have the men leave so they could get back to the mission at hand. More so since Payn's bloodlust seemed to be getting more difficult to contain.