"Naw, it gonna find anyone foolish enough ta sail upriver right now, the drow's got it right, if you can cause some trouble up there, maybe that'll get a few more souls brave enough to clear out the rest" Glasur says "Asides, my boat ain't too big, it'll be fine, but more than y'all and it'd be in trouble" he adds.
The group has a chance for any final preparations, the rations supplied earlier on will likely hold out on the journey north. The orc then leads you towards the smaller docks area to the north of the city. In comparison to the bustling southern area, with the dragonshard trade still thriving, the north docks are nearly abandoned. Where a dozen boats might have once moored, one a single 35-foot cutter floats "Blacksnake" etched on its prow. The boat is sheltered by a central awning, a raised tiller deck behind it. Glasur moves to the prow and begins untying ropes as you climb aboard. The boat has no mast however. But even as you wonder whether Glasur expects you all to row against the current, you see movement in the foaming water. Two pike-like fish half the length of the boat thrash there, both creatures harnessed to the ropes Glasur is setting. "River’s slow this time of year," the orc calls. "Been a while since my girls got a chance to run. We leave when you’re ready. It'll take us a few days to make it deep into the Khyber country, ya did right coming by boat, they've swarmed the easier routes on land."
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Final chance for any supplies. I'll continue the update later if nobody has any objections [/sblock]