Ruedo goes to the injured sailors and heals them.
The unconscious Sailor opened his eyes and began speaking rapidly in his native language at Ruedo. One of his compatriots came over and said in a thick accent, "He say 'thank you.' Many times."
Likewise, the other two said the same thing, only at a much more normal pace.
Ruedo nods at the foreign sailor and his comrade. "We should set sail again. No telling what may arrive next."
Yawning she scratches the back of her head, "Has that storm or whatever it was passed us by already? I know we were kinda waiting on that and I don't think we should shove off until we're sure it's safe. How do we know when it's safe?" She didn't know anything about the sea, boats, or sailing and it made her feel a little uncomfortable. She changes back into her adorable petite looking self as she smiles up at Ruedo.
"It stopped storming at sunset," Caliban says. "It's been a few hours."
She shrugs at the explanation, "Oh..okay. Then yeah, I'm ready to get the hells outta here. First maybe I ought to take a look at Mr. Dead over there." She says before going over to the body to look it over more thoroughly.
She shakes her head as she looks up at Cyrus, "This guy has some weird stuff on him. Do you want any of it? There's just his weapon thingy, that stupid symbol, and his armor seems to be made out of some weird sea shells or something...I don't know. I say we just toss his carcass back into the sea and get outta here. We got $hit to do."
"Could anyone use the armor?" Ravan asks, taking the crossbow with thanks though she has to adjust a bit for the weight of it. At least it was relatively straight forward to use.
Cyrus crushes the jaw of the priest after his body is stripped of anything useful. "I don't need anything like that."
The crew make ready to sail on to your destination. As the sun rises, a chill wind blows across the deck, but it dissipates as the day progresses. At about midday, a group of small boats hugging the coast comes into view. They start to make their way towards your vessel, waving and shouting in broken common. As they get closer, you see three one man kayaks and a larger seal-skin canoe being rowed by four men. In the larger boat, you see what appears to be the spoils of a rather successful hunting trip.
Pulling along side you, a young man stands up and calls out, "I White Tusk of Yutak Tribe. We offer trade of great hunt."
She shakes her head, "Nope."
"We can sell it for coin or make a nice doormat out of it."
"What do you ask for?"
"Metal tipped spears, or spare metal," The man responded.
Trying to look as innocent and demure as possible she kicks the trident at her feet, "Like that?" She says as she changes the pitch of her voice to match the body she was in, while sounding mildly curious.
Looking at the weapon Eri held aloft, the young man simply said, "Yes."
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"What is it worth to you?" Ravanalonna asks.
The young man bends down and holds up an eight foot narwhal horn, "This."
Getting a curious and somewhat confused look on her face she crinkles her nose as she points at it, "What's that? Can you eat it?"
"Ivory, and no it's not food... Nor should you try and eat it." Cyrus answers.
"Ivory is quite valuable in the right places, so I think it's a fair enough trade seeing as none of us will find much use with a trident." Cyrus says.
She nods her head, "Ohhhh...okay." She simply says in her youthful voice. Pretending to struggle a little with the trident the way a normal person of her youth would, she picks it up and takes it to the man with the horn, "There ya are mister."
The young looking Dwarven girl with black hair and brown eyes, tries to lean over the ship while holding onto the shiny thing to hand over to him, "A little help please?" She asks in her youthful voice.
Ruedo goes over and helps Eri.
With Ruedo's help, Eri manages to get the trident to the young man and retrieve the horn. Looking closer at the trident, the leader looks rather impressed.
"More trade?" He asked.