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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Leopold" data-source="post: 4063465" data-attributes="member: 758">UquilliMatron Den Mother,                                May this missive reach you in good health and warm lodging. I am recording this as part of the requirements placed upon me, Uq’uilli, daughter of G’aanesh and Tal’dashen. I do hope my sylvan is legible as it is very difficult to write on the ocean.  Let me start whence I left the Gathering.    The parting was not like I had imagined it to be. Several days out I had begun to ponder my decision for this mission. I requested to be put on this task personally due to the circumstances surrounding my charge but I was taken aback by the changes since last I had ventured from the pack.  I finally came out of my shell within a day of Craptown and prepared myself to find this Captain that you had sent me to find.    Entering the town proved to be a bit more challenging than the other villages we had traded with. Many more people here and I had to disguise as a human instead of walking about with my paws touching the earth. After guiding him from place to place we settled on a small inn near the shore where he could rest and I could find the good Captain.    The docks were a maze of people coming and going, ships sailing in and going out, twas mid afternoon so many dock workers were finishing off the last of their loading before dark hit so they could enjoy the evening. I do admit that I had to use force twice upon inquirers who thought I was within their bounds to ‘touch’. It was regrettable but I found that I was informed of the location of the ship in question faster. Perhaps this is how the city dwellers do things?  When I begin my period of meditation I will seek to explore this notion further.    Upon locating the Captain he was nothing like I had expected. Most of the river folk who lived in barges with whom we trade on occasion had more of an air of approachability than he. He smiled when he met me, his voice had a tone of malevolence to it, and he wiped his pale brow as he read the note that you sent to me. He inquired immediately upon wanting to meet with the entire party. I mentioned the name of the tavern and he said there was business there he had to handle anyway. He spoke to the rest of the crew issuing commands stating he would be back shortly. The crew looked my way and started laughing as we walked off. Upon my return I corrected them of any false notions, but I get ahead of myself.    Mocker was, to put in the gentlest of terms, drunk when I found him. Already several bottles of whisky had been consumed and he was finishing another one as I introduced the Captain to him. He started asking questions but the Captain reassured him of his task. He attempted to renege on the contractual arrangement but he failed miserably. All the time with him he spoke highly of wanting to return to the ocean but when the chance came upon him he did not wish to go? Very odd for him to behave this way. The Captain excused himself and went to another table and spoke to another gentleman there, Mocker proceeded to order another bottle of booze and poured me a cup, I declined of course, I’m on business and cannot have the effects of alcohol degrade my skills. Upon his return the Captain told us that we had a new job to do escorting a gentleman to his workshop on an island chain. I felt the hackles of my neck rise and my claws must have come loose as Mocker let loose with a yelp. Penitence must be made for that. We agreed to meet back on the boat before dark as we would sail into the night to reach our destination. The man was paying for an expedient trip and I was anxious to see what this ‘sailing’ was about.    After escorting him to the boat, half carrying and half dragging while he mumbled along the way. We settled on deck just as the ship was about to depart. I settled into the bow of the boat making sure all eyes were now on the very large bear that occupied the previous space I was in. Watching the waves roll off as the boat pulled away from the shore, I can see now why Mocker talked about the soothing calm of it all. My charge was blissfully snoring away as the boat rocked gently into the night.Yours,Uq’quilliForest Walker</blockquote>

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