[sblock=Yishim]
Not long into the trip, Yishim stops by Toeto's cabin.
Toeto, is there anything I can do to help you search out the cure? I don't have much knowledge of spirits, but if there is any help you need, I'm happy to give it.
Toeto looks the mage up and down as if sizing him up. She observes seriously,
"Well... I've only seen you kill things with magic before." An uncomfortable moment passes. "T-that was a joke. Of course, I would appreciate a mage's assistance. Here, h-have a seat."
"W-well, where to start. So far, I've been building off on an old ritual spell. It should delay the progression of any illness. Of course, that's not enough. I - no, we - will have to modify it to cure my tribe." While speaking to Yishim about the cure and ritual magic, he can't help but notice that she is more animated and stutters much less.
"That's why I want so much to return now. I have a solid base to work with. As for the modifications, well, I'll just have to work it out when we arrive. I think finding a sickened lizardfolk (or better, the source of the disease) will be enough to come up with a new ritual."
As she continues, it becomes clear to Yishim that Toeto has very little to go on at the moment, in spite of high hopes. Her studies in the cabin has less to do with the cure and more with modifying ritual magic in general.[/sblock]
[sblock=Beatrice]
Beatrice spends the days fishing and preparing food for the party. She knew how unhygienic these people could be. He daughter Hyacinth was a sailor afterall. Well a pirate, but same thing really. You are impressed, but a bit disturbed, by the swift precision she had in disemboweling fish with her sword. She also had time to boss the sailors around, young people these days never knew the proper way to do things.
Beatrice's landlubber party members may find the gutting disturbing, but the sailors are relatively impressed. A pair of them walk up to have a chat with her while she cleans a tuna. One is a blonde man (not much older than a boy really), and the other is a middle-aged man with a healthy set of mutton chops.
The younger sailor speaks.
"Quite a catch you've found, m'lady. Never could handle a rod myself, though I know talent when I see it." He sniffs the dissected tuna, making no effort to hide his hunger.
"Might I ask, is any of that for the crew's supper?" That prompts a swift jab to the kidneys from the older man. "
What Cody means to say, m'am, is that we'd be delighted for you to join us in the mess for meals, whether you bring your dish or not. We wouldn't be proper hosts to just leave you confined to one cabin all trip, but that's just my opinion."[/sblock]
[sblock=Eithal, Jarel-karn, anyone else on deck]The poor fellow that Eithal gives such a fright keeps his distance from her for the rest of the day. Still, he seems to be the only crewmember who's skittish about her presence. Most of the sailors seem rather comforted by the thought of having a giant warrior on board. More than once, one of them comes up to her and quips about having her hold up the sails in place of the mast, or if she can serve as the ship's figurehead should the need arise.
It really is a nice view of the ocean. The tide is very calm and there's no sign of poor weather anywhere. There's also no sign of pirate ships (yet), something that Eithal may be watching out for in particular.
Otherwise, time passes surprisingly quickly in this leg of the trip. Even if the party members have nothing in particular to occupy their time, just getting used to sea travel seems like a job in itself.[/sblock]
