When we last left off the group was heading to Glashlaklfla. Now they'd been traveling for a while now, and along the way Dek realized something.
"Hey Gaesa? Isn't Glashlaklfla on an island?"
"Yeah, why?"
"We don't exactly have enough rods to hire a ship."
"We could always hire a raft."
(Everyone else.) "A raft? Seriously? Sounds cheap." Niaemal just face palmed.
(Fast-forward to a port town Inn.) Everyone except Gaesa and Ironok were in beds. The other two however were at the bar.
(bartender) "So can I get you two anything?"
(Gaesa) "Yeah. Two ales and a cheap raft to Glashlaklfla."
"A raft?"
(Ironok) "We're a bit low on dough if ya know what I mean."
They went and sat down at a table.
(Gaesa) "So when we actually get there, there's the question of where to crash."
"Lets just disintegrate that bridge when we come to it."
They were about to head up to their rooms when they were suddenly pulled to the side by an old guy in a mariner's getup (you know, old blue frayed patchwork jacket with waaaaaaay too many pockets?). There was a crossbow in a holster on his hip and a weird sword slung across his back.
"I hear ye be lookin' fer passage teh Glashlaklfla (thunder outside)."
"Um. Yes?"
"Twas two months ago when we set sail. The air was fresh and full of salt. The sky was-", just then Ironok interrupted.
"Dude, are you seriously reciting a sea tale? Like, right now?"
"Yeh. Now as I was sayin' the sky was clear and the wind was brisk."
Ironok got tired of the monologing and looked up.
"Hey narrator? Can you just cue the ripple dissolve already?!"
To be continued......................................................
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