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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Express" data-source="post: 1675342" data-attributes="member: 19166">7. Home Sweet HomeTwo and a half days later, with the sun high in a clear sky, the Swiftsure pulled around the headlands and we could see the city of Trolanport off to the north.To be honest, I wasnt impressed. But then again, I was from Sharn.We had spent the last two days recuperating and healing. Anvil was quiet, stoically so most of the time. Honora was fine; she had remained locked in her cabin during the attack. To pass time, I offered my services to the ship’s surgeon. There wernt too many wounded, but all told, the ship had lost 19 sailors, either in the fight or on the Zephyr.The Swiftsure passed the Zilargo shipyards as we approached the docks; several galleons were in various stages of completion. The skyline of Trolanport looked downright provincial to me. The Tower of the Triumverate, which Dorbo pointed out to us, dominated the city. I could also see many large buildings dedicated to the various Houses. Dorbo was estatic to be home, his chest was literally puffed with pride.“Look at her boy. Ain’t it beautiful?”  I shrugged. It was ok, I guess. Bynara poked Dorbo in the back of the head. “The town's so small, we should find our target in a couple of hours. We might even trip over him getting off the boat!” She laughed wildly.Anvil remained silent.The Swiftsure came to a stop. A customs house stood on shore. Beyond I could see the canals and flooded streets of the city; small boats moved slowly down them. It was, well, quaint.We prepared to disembark. Dorbo was droning on about the city's virtues to Honora when Albus d’Lyrandar approached. He carried a small box. “Master d’Medani” he began most solemnly, “On behalf of House Lyrandar, I wish to thank you and your associates for your help in the defense of this vessel. Personally, sir, I also wish to thank you for helping me gain myself in a moment of hesitation. It would have been a grave dishonor for me to not act in a time of crisis.” He handed the box to Bynara.We didnt open it there. It seemed impolite somehow. Albus was quite grateful however, he even told us to call upon him if we felt he ‘could be of service’. Something like that was always good to have in reserve.We got our gear, and Dorbo led us through the dockside crowd. We needed to find a hotel and begin our search. I was glad to be back on land. We started to head for the nearest canal to grab a boat.Bynara had to look in the box, however. She stopped by the Customs House, opened it and shrieked. “Pearls! Alot of them!” She danced a jig, much to the bemusement of the locals.By the Customs House, we noticed a large crowd gathered outside of the building. They were all looking at something posted on the big glass window. I couldnt see. Bynara was still dancing. Dorbo stopped a young gnome with canary yellow hair and asked him. In Gnomish, I noticed.“That? Didnt you hear?” he replied in Common. The boy looked at us with a sly grin. “Where you lot been? Someone stole an airship from its construction yard. The government and Lyrandar’s gone half crazy looking for it.”</blockquote>

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