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Lenoir smiles at Ser Armithia and breaks into the most cringe worthy song, "Why thank you kind sir! I thank you, I thank you, I thaAANK YOOOU! You are the light of the day, you show me the way! With your flaxen hair and your golden smile, it's too bad you're not staying for a while! But now it is clear from this charming local, we must depAAART!"

Then in a normal voice he asks, "Erm I don't suppose you lend me the boat? I mean you're not going to need it anymore right? The sewer pipe is just over there! You're not going to make me swim are you?! I'm not very good at swimming although I suppose I could tread water and hope the current takes me past something I can grab hold of before I get washed out into the sea..."

He points to a large pipe big enough for even See Armithia to crawl through, out of which a rather noisome liquid trickles. Occasional floating objects leave little to the imagination about where it came from. The pipe is perhaps six foot in the air beneath which is just the canal water so getting inside is going to be a little tricky although you could perhaps lasso it, or maybe fly up there.

It's a DC18 acrobatics check to try a standing jump from the boat. Failure means getting wet. It's a DC 20 ranged attack roll to lasso it but you can just retry on failure.

Lenoir who was still with the Watchers of Dawn had been sulky and subdued the past few days. Still this escapade seemed to breathe new life into him and he asked, "Well this smells delightful, perhaps I should compose a song in its honour? Compose or compost? Mmm perhaps a bit of both. Not sure where I'm going with that! Anyway Delenn will be staying at the Cracked Crown, I can probably make my own way there - after all nobody's looking for me! Perhaps I could also put a word in with that Archivist you where talking about visiting... What was his name? Jenkins or something wasn't it?"

Lenoir was quiet and withdrawn although he seemed to have boundless energy and started helping out with camp chores without having to be asked. His initial joy at being released had lapsed into melancholy.

A subdued Lenoir added, "Honestly a proper hike would be welcome. It's been quite some time since I was last free to stride more than the length of the exercise yard."

The day was nice so the watchers of dawn started the long walk back towards Phlan, it was a good fifty plus miles so it would take a few days. The grass rustled in the wind and its swaying was reminiscent of waves in the sea. The actual moon sea was to your right, lapping gently at the shore. The beach was mostly shingle although you knew further on at the evening before's campsite it was glorious white sand.

Looking back on your experience with the infamous Zhentarim nothing matched your expectations. Surprisingly they could be good hosts when it suited them although you had no doubt things would have gone very differently if Ripley's advisors had read the extra letter. One solid takeaway was as a fighting force they seemed formidable and Phlan's economy was in no position to finance a war against them, perhaps there was in deed wisdom in an arms length trade agreement.

Thoughts turned to Phlan and what you would have to do there, the letter surely would be convincing evidence of malfeasance. And then there was the things Ripley told you, that Jandark was an enchanter who wore people like hats. What of Cardona junior? Was he a willing partner in all this, or was he like an expendable pawn? Either way Jandark had to be stopped. Ripley claimed the original sewer network had a secret entrance, perhaps Friar Jenkins could help you find it?

The miles disappeared beneath your feet and by late afternoon you reached the camping spot which seemed to be deserted, the light was still good so you could push on if you chose to.

Lenoir eyes the dagger dubiously but accepts it. He strides away stops and then comes back with surprising quickness.

I can relate, had an Astra zenica shot a couple of months ago and the next 24h was fever city. Went away the next day fortunately.

"I am Lenoir!" cried the elf hotly, "Or at least I'm pretty sure I am... I mean what if you carry on thinking you are yourself but really you are not?! Why you wouldn't know if you are coming or going or know if anyone else is who they say they are. I mean everyone says you freed me and that is wonderful. But what if you aren't who you think you are and I've traded one gaoler for another? That reminds me, I know a song about that. Would you like to hear it?"

"Hmph!" replied Lenoir who folded his arms and looked miserable.

OK so what's the plan?

Lenoir grinned as the gag was removed and capering about he exulted by singing a cringeworthy off-key song, "♪ Free'd at last, to sing like a bird.
Oh how my heart soars with joy!
The Heroes stand tall and the road leadeth on! ♫
To fairest Phlan! Where I shall cook them a flan and serenade them with song! ♪
For tis only fair that the world doth know of their names and deeds, so their story may live oooooOOOOOOONNN! ♫"

Grinning from ear to ear he took a bow and said, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you? An encore?"

He took a deep breath as if to start some equally awful song.

Once you reached the road Sergeant Ragnar called the Zhentarim escort to a halt and they watched you depart. In fact they'll stay watching until you disappear over the horizon.

The golden haired elf had wisely stayed quiet for most of this but with the Zhents a good mile in the distance he points to his gag and mumbles, "Mmmpph Mmmmm muump Muuumph!"

His words are unintelligible but you were pretty sure he is asking you to remove the gag.

What are your next steps? It's early, about 10 AM. The weather is warm but overcast with a sea breeze, you don't think rain is likely.

"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!" came the reply.