Once on the boat and moving, Bellamin waves the group together.
Any of those with remaining aches and pains, come close. With a determined look, experienced words tumble from his sun burnt lips, increasing with intensity until the group feels a healing warmth wash over them.
Vasrik ensures that Black Fin follows Axeager's instructions. Afterwards, he directs his saurian companion to slip overboard into the river and bids him to follow the Water Wraith to the rear. Bobbing up and down underneath the surface, Black Fin will be cooler, and as an added bonus, less likely to spook the crew.
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Cordell stands contemplatively, watching Xer fade into the distance. Four years of my life, and for what? An assassination attempt and an early morning flight. As the adrenaline wears down, he suddenly feels very tired.
He turns to address the Water Wraith's new crew, as well as the Captain. I apologize if I assumed too much authority back there. I thought it would be best to at least attempt to defuse a violent situation before it began. It certainly would have worked out better for them. Try as he might, Cordell can't avoid a hint of regret in his voice, despite the Captain's words.
Once the Water Wraith is on its way, Alarien waves off Cordell's apology. "Some people cannot be reasoned with. From my understanding, the thugs these pretender-god's priests employ are often in that category."
The swordmaster draws her blade again and starts sharpening it on a whetstone she produces from her belt pouch.
"It's good to feel the air of the open river again. We'll keep going until the lights fade, then draw close to shore and drop anchor. The river is too risky to navigate by night. I expect constant watch throughout the night, so you might as well get a watch rotation sorted.
"Some people cannot be reasoned with. From my understanding, the thugs these pretender-god's priests employ are often in that category."
I have had luck reasoning with many just like them in the past, but I suppose things do change.
As the morning's tribulations fade, Cordell begins to exalt in the river air. He takes out a wide-brimmed hat to keep the sun off his face. I'm sure you know your vessel Captain, but if you require any aid, I would be happy to oblige. I was born on a boat, they tell me, though I've been... away for a while.
Assuming he's not needed in boat operations, Cordell takes a seat on the boat, feeling the comfortable presence of the wood around him. He takes out a worn journal and spends his time writing and munching on an apple.
Nub plops down morosely on the aft deck and contemplates the mess he has gotten himself into.
Jostling and fidgeting about, Bellamin finally settles into place and quickly pulls out a small assortment of items. The tiny rod and twine look almost disproportionate in his meaty hand, but the dwarf deftly fastens a lure and tosses it overboard while simultaneously opening a worn tone.
Just before burying his nose in the book, the cleric addresses those nearby, I prefer to rise early to meditate, so I will volunteer for one of the first watches.