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A few days later, it's nice to finally be done celebrating. The apprentices and their masters showered you with gifts and appreciation for all the good work that you did, including baskets of bread and pastries, and the brand new shoes promised to you by Dependable Drummady! As the sleek ship cruises back up to the dock, the crew of Sahaguin scamper over the edges, helping you pack your belongings. "BARBAR COME BACK! YOU SOLVE LADY MAYOR PROBLEM?"
After everyone is aboard, BARBAR cups his hands around his mouth and shouts to the crew. "HEAVE TO KIDS! SAIL TO SARINGALLOW!" The boat ride across the inner sea is mostly uneventful, and the River Iseld up through Cheliax is remarkably calm. BARBAR and his crew are surprisingly pleasant, and make for decent company for the extent of the trip.
"THANKS FOR GROG BARKEEP! CREW NOT CAUSE TROUBLE TODAY!" BARBAR bellows before heading out the doors. A short walk to the docks of Cassomir leads to a nearly empty pier, with a crudely written sign.
Grabbing the poorly drawn boat tattoo on his chest, He peels it off in one swift motion, tossing it into the water. With a Splash, a full sized sailing vessel lands in the water. With a quick whistle, a crew of young Sahaguin scamper up the sides, taking their posts and preparing the vessel for sailing. "BOAT RIDE SLOW, INTRODUCTIONS BEFORE BOARDING!"
After a bit of waiting, BARBAR stands up from the booth, and points arbitrarily into the crowd.
A tall kellid man stomps into the Flaxseed Lodge, the smell of saltwater not far behind. The massive feather precariously tucked into a well worn Tricorn hat almost touches the floor as he doffs the cap to the bartender. Setting the head of his oversized hammer on the floor, the man bellows to the collected pathfinders.
Finally sitting at a corner booth, he removes his red threadbare overcoat and tosses it on the bench next to him, revealing a childishly drawn boat tattoo on his chest.
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