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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Express" data-source="post: 1660815" data-attributes="member: 19166">Out to Sea (con't)We watched the small boat travel over to the Zephyr. Nothing happened for half an hour till the boat returned. One of the sailors scrambled out the small boat, climbed aboard the Swiftsure and hurried to the castle of the ship to speak to an officer.We decided to eat, so Anvil released Corvo. For a moment I thought the raven would make a break for freedom but the bird simply soared above the ship, eventually lighting in the rigging.Over lunch, the group mulled over everything we knew. Hennet had obviously fled; to Zilargo according to Redblock. He knew Voren. And he left a hidden message for a friend. But who? Could it have been Guttman? or someone else? Could we even trust Redblock? And what was the Dragoneye? We didnt come to many satisfactory conclusions.As we finished eating, a young half elf officer in the livery of Lyrandar circulated amongst us. “I apologize, but there will be a slight delay before we get underway.” he announced in an empathic tone. “We are undertaking  a recovery of our sister ship. After some minor repairs are completed, we shall place a skelton crew aboard her. We hope to be back under sail quickly, hopefully  by sunset.”Well great. More time at sea. My stomach began dancing again.Time crawled by. Several of us passed the day watching the crew at work. The Swiftsure was brought alongside the Zephyr. Sailors passed between the two vessels; equipment and tools were loaded and unloaded. But we didn’t see any of the crew from the Zephyr. This struck us as odd, to say the least.Bynara attempted to get some information about the situation, but the crew was immunue to her charm. No one spoke about the Zephyr, and we were asked politely but firmly to remain out of the way. The work continued past sunset; by the twentieth hour it was going on by lantern light. So much for embarking quickly. Honora grew tired. I offered to accompany her to her room; the others remained to watch the activity. It was the only show in town, so to speak.At her door, Honora paused. “I appreciate being allowing to travel with your party.” As if I had a choice. “I am sure your associates are less than thrilled with my presence. But I could not bear being left behind if there was danger to Hennet. I hope you understand.”I shrugged; I still couldn't look her in the eye.  And I guess I could understand. But I still had questions about what was going on. “Tell me Honora, has Hennet ever been to Zilargo before?”Honora thought, then nodded. “Why yes I believe so, during the war he..”She was interrupted as Dorbo came careening into the corridor, red faced from exertion. “Quickly, come quickly!” Dorbo sputtered, as he disappeared in to his room; he emerged seconds later with his crossbow. “Anvil’s bird’s seen somethin in the water.”</blockquote>

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