A steely-eyed dwarf battle nun climbs aboard the Frosthamar with the others, her armor clinking. A silver and sapphire amulet on her brow shows her devotion to Mitra. After a short inspection of the ship, she approaches its owner.
"Captain Odenkirk, yah? Sure, we'll see you safely north, be it by force of arms or by trickery. Gather your men round, there's something they need to see so they don't cause problems later. You can explain to the ones who don't speak my language."
Once the crew is assembled, she calls out, "We might need to talk our way past suspicious patrols or harbor-masters. We'll use disguises if we need them. Don't gawk like superstitious peasants if we use magic to make ourselves look..." She shifts her headpiece...