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After looking over the paperwork, something stuck in the unlikely duo's recollection...

Correction wrote:
"Those idiots... it's the Swollen Sprite, sir. They were supposed to cast off at 4 (i.e. 10am), but didn't get underway until almost Midday."

Rolls:
Wisdom Checks:

E 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
D 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19


Hurriah just shook her head as whoops of laughter and shouting poured forth from the funnel. Quickly, she leafed thru the stack of papers, until she pulled one free and handed it to Jaro. "Those idiots... it's the Swollen Sprite, sir. They were supposed to cast off at 10, but didn't get underway until almost Midday."


"They want us to close the port?" Hurriah asked in disbelief. "What for and for how long?"


"Dagôn's beard," the curse was uttered by a young Setenbori woman with thick, brown hair and a deep olive complexion, "you don't need to shout!"

Nodding respectfully to the two strangers in her boss' office, the dark-eyed woman handed Jaro a thick ledger and a stack of papers collected into a wide folder. Just as she was getting ready to answer, a man's voice blared out from the copper horn.