(OOC: Sammal's role of 16 beats the DC of 15)
Sammal's commands and control of the tiller seems to have helped guide the riverboat through the worst of the rapids. Gradually as the minutes pass, the river's course becomes calm again and you are surrounded by the quiet murmer of the river and the dense woods to either side.
Night is fast approaching and Sammal informs Preda that they will have to land the boat ashore during the night. It will be too difficult and dangerous to navigate the river in the dark, even with the moonlight.
"Truthfully, the thought of making landfall here holds more unease than risking the river," replies Nado. His eyes have rarely strayed from the riverbanks and the deep undergrowth along their edges.
"Heh. Fear not southerner, I will make a prayer to the Bright Shield to watch over your hair-charms," says Kuik with a laugh,"Though I don't remember the last time he payed attention," he adds.
"Well and good, master Kuik. While you commune, you might also ask him where he's misplaced your sense," grins Nado grimly.
Kuik merely shrugs, departing for the front of the boat.
Saufgad speaks up, his voice low,"I think it best to heed Sammal's words your Lady. To have the boat ruined on a rock in the dark would be disastrous." His long dark hair hangs loosely about his fur cap. His face appears more elongated and sallow than it usually does.
For the first time, Preda looks indecisive. She gazes to the shore and then at each of you.