“And you know who to find when you need something opened, friend.” The Navigator smiles at Grandmaster Torch before departing.
He goes through the coin bag as he walks away from Torch’s. “Swamps. Sewers. Granaries. Looks like tomorrow I’ll be burning these clothes. Hopefully we see tomorrow, mates.” He hands both of his comrades a third of the acquired gold from Torch. “This might help with preparations.”