Lazybones
Adventurer
Book II, Part 6
“Permission to come aboard, Captain Horath,” Cal said loudly from atop the gangplank.
“Permission granted,” the elf replied, gesturing for him and the others to join him on the rear deck of the Raindancer. The four companions made their way through the busy stir of activity as the crew of the sloop, a mixed group of twenty men and women of various races, readied the craft for departure.
The ship was a sleek vessel, twin masted, perhaps twenty feet in beam and just under a hundred in length, its form a compromise between speed and carrying capacity. A heavy ballista was mounted in the bow, and a bright standard showing the sigil of Waterdeep fluttered in the wind at the stern.
As they reached the aft deck, clambering up a short but steep stair to reach the raised area, the captain gestured to a woman standing beside him. To their surprise, the woman was a halfling, smaller even than Cal, but with a stern expression on her face as she looked them over.
“I’d like to present Ruath Talasca, most gracious servant of the Smiling Lady,” the captain said in introduction. The halfling shot a brief glance at the elf that seemed almost… suspicious, but quickly shifted her attention back to the companions.
“A pleasure, always, to meet one of the followers of Lady Luck,” Cal replied with a polite bow. “I am Balander Calloran, or just ‘Cal,’ if you please, at your service, and these are my companions, Lok, Benzan, and Delem.”
Ruath’s expression did not change. “Well, you all certainly look dangerous enough. You were saying, captain, why we had to delay our departure?”
“Just for the afternoon tide, ma’am. I assure you, we’ll be well on our way by nightfall, with a following wind to speed our way.”
The cleric let out a harrumph, but did not question him further. “If you don’t mind then, captain, I will retire to my quarters. Please notify me when you are prepared to depart, so that I may offer a blessing for our safe journey. Gentlemen,” she said to the four companions with a dismissive nod of her head, then turned and descended the stairs down to the lower deck.
“Charming woman,” Benzan said, once she was safely out of earshot. “I shudder to think of what she’d be like if she were full-sized.”
“Crewman!” the captain called out, summoning a passing youth from the lower deck. “Maric here will show you to your quarters—I hope you don’t mind sharing a stateroom, but accommodations are a little crowded on a vessel like this. You don’t have any extra baggage?” the captain asked them.
“We like to travel light,” Cal said, feeling that it was probably better to keep the existence of their magical stash in the bag of holding quiet for now. “We are expecting one more member of our party, however, a young woman. Have you seen her, yet?”
“No,” the captain said, frowning slightly, but then Delem cried, “There she is!” They looked out over the rail, and there indeed was Dana Ilgarten, running up the dock at quite a rapid pace, a heavy satchel slung over one shoulder.
“I’m afraid I don’t have another private room available,” the captain said as the young woman drew rapidly nearer, weaving her way through the crowd of people on the docks.
“Oh, put her with lady Talasca,” Benzan said. “I’m sure that the good cleric won’t mind some company.”
The captain’s grin was contagious. “An excellent idea.”
* * * * *
The sun was just about to touch the waves on the western horizon when the Raindancer made its way out of the harbor into the open seas. The sleek ship had the afternoon tide to itself, for though Baldur’s Gate was a busy port, there were many captains who chose not to hazard the rough winter storms common along the Sword Coast at this time of year. Dark clouds to the north and west promised another such storm shortly, and people in the city went about their business with a sense of urgency in their steps, enjoying the respite while they had it.
From the southwestern battlements of the city, looking out over the frothing whitecaps of the sea, someone watched the ship as it headed out into the horizon. The light of the setting sun shone brightly on the slick stone of the battlements around her, while the wind tugged at her plain cloak and caused her hair to dance in the air behind her.
A second figure came out of the shadows of a nearby guard tower, a man, moving to join the lone watcher. She shifted her gaze briefly to him at his coming, then looked back out at the seas where the ship was already just a speck in the distance.
“I thought I might find you here,” the man said to the woman. “I heard that you sent those four who stirred up a hornet’s nest in Elturel along with your emissary.”
“Yes,” she responded. “An unusual group of companions—unlikely heroes indeed, but perhaps what is needed at this junction of events.”
“Are you sure it is the right decision, sending them out of the Western Heartlands at this time?” the man asked.
“These are tumultuous times we are facing,” the woman responded, “Not suited for certainty of any sort, I think. But for those four, who did so much in such a short time, it is better that they leave these troubled shores for a while. With luck, they may earn the experience that they will need for the trials to come, and return to us like the steel that is tempered in the forge…”
For a while neither of them said anything more, as the sun began to sink into the western sea. “May the luck of the Lady follow your steps, travelers,” the woman finally whispered, and the two left the seascape behind them for the noise and clutter of the city.
“Permission to come aboard, Captain Horath,” Cal said loudly from atop the gangplank.
“Permission granted,” the elf replied, gesturing for him and the others to join him on the rear deck of the Raindancer. The four companions made their way through the busy stir of activity as the crew of the sloop, a mixed group of twenty men and women of various races, readied the craft for departure.
The ship was a sleek vessel, twin masted, perhaps twenty feet in beam and just under a hundred in length, its form a compromise between speed and carrying capacity. A heavy ballista was mounted in the bow, and a bright standard showing the sigil of Waterdeep fluttered in the wind at the stern.
As they reached the aft deck, clambering up a short but steep stair to reach the raised area, the captain gestured to a woman standing beside him. To their surprise, the woman was a halfling, smaller even than Cal, but with a stern expression on her face as she looked them over.
“I’d like to present Ruath Talasca, most gracious servant of the Smiling Lady,” the captain said in introduction. The halfling shot a brief glance at the elf that seemed almost… suspicious, but quickly shifted her attention back to the companions.
“A pleasure, always, to meet one of the followers of Lady Luck,” Cal replied with a polite bow. “I am Balander Calloran, or just ‘Cal,’ if you please, at your service, and these are my companions, Lok, Benzan, and Delem.”
Ruath’s expression did not change. “Well, you all certainly look dangerous enough. You were saying, captain, why we had to delay our departure?”
“Just for the afternoon tide, ma’am. I assure you, we’ll be well on our way by nightfall, with a following wind to speed our way.”
The cleric let out a harrumph, but did not question him further. “If you don’t mind then, captain, I will retire to my quarters. Please notify me when you are prepared to depart, so that I may offer a blessing for our safe journey. Gentlemen,” she said to the four companions with a dismissive nod of her head, then turned and descended the stairs down to the lower deck.
“Charming woman,” Benzan said, once she was safely out of earshot. “I shudder to think of what she’d be like if she were full-sized.”
“Crewman!” the captain called out, summoning a passing youth from the lower deck. “Maric here will show you to your quarters—I hope you don’t mind sharing a stateroom, but accommodations are a little crowded on a vessel like this. You don’t have any extra baggage?” the captain asked them.
“We like to travel light,” Cal said, feeling that it was probably better to keep the existence of their magical stash in the bag of holding quiet for now. “We are expecting one more member of our party, however, a young woman. Have you seen her, yet?”
“No,” the captain said, frowning slightly, but then Delem cried, “There she is!” They looked out over the rail, and there indeed was Dana Ilgarten, running up the dock at quite a rapid pace, a heavy satchel slung over one shoulder.
“I’m afraid I don’t have another private room available,” the captain said as the young woman drew rapidly nearer, weaving her way through the crowd of people on the docks.
“Oh, put her with lady Talasca,” Benzan said. “I’m sure that the good cleric won’t mind some company.”
The captain’s grin was contagious. “An excellent idea.”
* * * * *
The sun was just about to touch the waves on the western horizon when the Raindancer made its way out of the harbor into the open seas. The sleek ship had the afternoon tide to itself, for though Baldur’s Gate was a busy port, there were many captains who chose not to hazard the rough winter storms common along the Sword Coast at this time of year. Dark clouds to the north and west promised another such storm shortly, and people in the city went about their business with a sense of urgency in their steps, enjoying the respite while they had it.
From the southwestern battlements of the city, looking out over the frothing whitecaps of the sea, someone watched the ship as it headed out into the horizon. The light of the setting sun shone brightly on the slick stone of the battlements around her, while the wind tugged at her plain cloak and caused her hair to dance in the air behind her.
A second figure came out of the shadows of a nearby guard tower, a man, moving to join the lone watcher. She shifted her gaze briefly to him at his coming, then looked back out at the seas where the ship was already just a speck in the distance.
“I thought I might find you here,” the man said to the woman. “I heard that you sent those four who stirred up a hornet’s nest in Elturel along with your emissary.”
“Yes,” she responded. “An unusual group of companions—unlikely heroes indeed, but perhaps what is needed at this junction of events.”
“Are you sure it is the right decision, sending them out of the Western Heartlands at this time?” the man asked.
“These are tumultuous times we are facing,” the woman responded, “Not suited for certainty of any sort, I think. But for those four, who did so much in such a short time, it is better that they leave these troubled shores for a while. With luck, they may earn the experience that they will need for the trials to come, and return to us like the steel that is tempered in the forge…”
For a while neither of them said anything more, as the sun began to sink into the western sea. “May the luck of the Lady follow your steps, travelers,” the woman finally whispered, and the two left the seascape behind them for the noise and clutter of the city.