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Harbill eases back from the tense stance he had held since they had entered the residence. Taking in the fine fixtures, the loose items of probable and portable value, and the mixture of gizmos and various trinkets, Harbill makes a mental note of this place as one to return to once this little adventure is over.

Harbill bows a short and whirring bow and says, A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Gren. We are looking for passage Southerly and your friend Lem here indicated you might have some faster method than taking a skiff down the shoreline. What can you tell us about a traveling numenera?

Harbill glances at the others around the table and gives a slight shrug.

Alright, we can go see your 'friend'.

Harbill's face creaks ever so slightly as his right eyebrow slowly moves up on his forehead. His eyes snap from the unending stream of documents being ejected onto the table, to the face of the excited fellow, and to his belt all in rapid fire.

Harbill steps over to stand beside Kaile and he nods to the bar tender. Kaile, it looks like we may be able to find a berth with a pilot by the name of Adelard. Have you or Darcheulio had any luck so far?

Harbill surveys the crowd for anyone who seems to be taking an unhealthy interest in their group.

Greetings Prauss Bellarim. May we meet again. Gustav is the name.
With that, Harbill heads off after Minerva.

Harbill nods to Minerva and, in parting, says to the copper haired woman, Where might we find you if Adelard isn't open to our request? And what is your name?

Harbill steps closer to the copper haired woman, a respectable distance from her, and looks into the water as well.

I don't mean to interrupt, but you wouldn't happen to know of any ships looking to take on passengers that are heading to Keford? You were the only one of that crowd that wasn't lost in their cups and revelry. My companions and I can work or pay for our passage.

Harbill gives Minerva a sidelong glance, holds his arms up wide to the crowd, and gives a deep mechanical laugh followed by, Thank you for you letting us be your entertainment for the evening! Please, tip your barkeep and serving folk. Enjoy your night folks!

He hops down from his chair, tugs Minerva's arm for her to follow, and heads outside looking for the copper-haired lady.

Harbill looks around the assembled group of ruffians, pulls a chair that looks like it was here since before the 8th world, stands on it and says loudly, I'm looking to get passage to Keford or ports close to. Should be myself and four others. Payment can be in trade or shins. Who's got the deck space or needs a few strong arms?

@Darcheulio: Yep. That gives us a whole day to search/do side inquiries/follow up on that fast travel Numenera

Alright Kaile, how about you go see what you can find with Darcheulio. A fast way back would be a handy trick to have up our sleeve.

Harbill looks at the Gullywench and his face twitches into what can only be called a 'rictus grin'. He glances at Snow and Yurt and shrugs.

I'm willing to lay shins against nums that our upright companion is going to be where the fun is. Care to see who she manages to rub the wrong way?

With that, Harbill checks that his blades are loose in their sheaths and heads into the Gullywench.

Harbill pulls up short before going to the docks and turns to Darcheulio I think any numenera that allows for travel like that would be jealously guarded if it works, not to mention expensive. Feel free to check up on it though. Just meet down at the docks around dusk so we can figure out or best path forward.

Harbill sets off with a determined stride towards the docks to find some transport. He takes careful note of any outside the group who appears to be following them.