When the sea is within Bran’s sight, his mood becomes jovial and optimistic. He smiles as he can taste the salt on the air. He watches the moonlight cascade on waves. He closes his eyes so he can listen to the waves ebb and flow, and crash into the rocks and shoreline. He breathes out and as he opens his eyes Constanza lets her hair flow freely. 

“Aye, by Tempus it’s beautiful out tonight.”

He watches her raise her finger after licking it to gauge the air and he smiles.

He feels someone watching him and looks over to see D’ward with a half smile and a raised eyebrow.

”What…nothin’ ,“ Bran half chuckles, “a man can dream.”

There is a slight chill in the air, and a significant amount of moisture. The water is somewhat calm. 

Bran stays quiet but happy to be near the sea as he follows his friends to the Inn.

Constanza moves towards Bran and D'ward who are possibly conversing with each other and decides to tell them about her findings:

"I can sense the presence of a significant amount of moisture in the air and slight cold, there's a good chance of unexpected downpour."

She continues to describe that making assumption based on the exact effect of cool temperature will be difficult for her since it fails to affect her, and the party should buy additional supplies to prepare for gloomy weather.

"D'ward, do you have a rain-catcher in your ship? Where do I find such kind of mundane items here? Besides, I'll need a place where I can place my horse for safe-keeping."

D'ward explains, "Jack Torver will be assisting us. He's an optimistic young Turami who just finished building Leilon’s new general store. He is a devout worshipper of Lathander and attends the shrine’s services each morning, then offers advice from the sermons to his customers. Great guy. He runs a stable and will be tending to our horses."

"Jack sells standard adventuring gear, with the exception of potions of healing. He directs adventurers looking for potions to the Tymora shrine and those looking for armor, weapons, or other items he can’t supply to the town square."

D'ward to Constanza, "Hmmm... A rain-catching device? That we do not. However, we do have a lot of supplies. I'll be happy to show you around the ship tomorrow. And we'll have time to visit Torver and the Town Square." 

At the Umber Hulk’s Shell Inn, D'ward rings a bell and Alion Malwyn comes to aid the party. He is wearing a nightgown and appears to have been asleep when the party arrives. Nevertheless, he is helpful and kind and offers a room to each party member.

D'ward mentions, "I have covered the cost of our lodging and meals tonight. We must get some rest, tomorrow is a big day." 

Alion in a groggy voice, "I don't have much at the moment, but I do have some leftovers you're welcome to!" He brings in a pot with cold mushroom stew and a half loaf of bread. 

Constanza patiently and eagerly takes in the description of everything, then declares to no one in particular:

"Alright, I need to visit Torver's Shop and Town Square tonight. I'll be back in a while."

If she finds the stores open and in-service, she will order the following items: a Shield, Jewelers' Tool, Climbers' Kit, an Hourglass, a Basket. If both of the shops are closed, she will leave two separate notes for the proprietors.

Galingale shrugs. "I have everything I need, but I would be interested in looking at the weapons and armor before we go."

Bran smiles awkwardly as he looks at the mushroom stew and bread.  “Oh sure, I’ll have some.” 
He drinks the stew from what he puts into his mess-kit cup and uses the bread to sop up the rest.

”Wait you guys I’ll come with, I like stuff. Maybe they have a seax available for purchase! We’re getting mead after though, right?”

Bran remembers its late and shops are closed. He tells D’ward and Galingale as Rather gets his key, “I will go with Constanza to keep her company and in case bandits are about, it’s not fair if she gets to kill them all.

When he returns he will ask for mead from the inn keeper before going up to his room.

Constanza attempts to gauge the intention of the Wyvern-slayer while drawing together her neatly groomed, natural eyebrows and squinting her eyes but averting her gaze immediately when she finds Bran casually offering to accompany her. "Rendezvous? Negative, I guess it's strictly a work-related stroll"- she wonders before leaving the place.

After awhile, she will get tired of lurking around the strange place, complain about the weird circadian rhythm of daycrawler population then return to the comfort of the inn.

Bran finishes his mead. He strips down nude, and tries to sleep. All he can manage is to toss and turn in his bed.    Bran stares at the ceiling until he sees faces and patterns in the grain of the wood. He tries this for 20 minutes, but it seems forever. Throwing back the covers he jumps up and opens his door. Cool air hits his skin, and he curses.

”Shit, forgot my clothes. This isn’t home, can’t do that around here.”

Last time he did that an old man was walking by and chuckled, “ Forget something lad, you’re gonna scare my horse, cover up you goof.”

Bran closes the door and gets dressed before heading outside to listen to the sea to calm his mind. He goes back into the inn and yawns as he walks down the hallway and goes back into his room to sleep.

Bran wakes the next morning waiting for others to go buy stuff prior to departure on the ship

Galingale wakes early and has tea in the common room as he enjoys the early morning quiet of the city.

Constanza went out to swim in the sea water and practice underwater breathing. So when she entered in the common room for breakfast, her eyes seemed a bit puffy with faint redness, her skin changed color dramatically and radiated the hue of a deeper blue tone with natural moisture and the wet locks of her free-flowing hair clung to her skin.

Bran calls out to everyone, “It’s felt like an age has passed, are you all ready yet?” Bran whispers to himself Aye we’ve got a mission don ye ken.

D'ward walks through the front entrance of the inn, hearing the tale-end of Bran's disclaimer. "Indeed! We have much to see and much to do!" A winded teenager enters behind him and announces himself. "I'm here seeking Constanza? Torver sends me in regards to your requests." The boy is wearing common clothes and is a bit dirty, very eager in his demeanor. 

"Here! Did you bring the items that I had ordered yesterday?"- Constanza leaves her seat within the twinkling of an eye and approaches the teenager. She leans forward and whispers to him: "Keep your voice down, it's supposed to be a surprise."

Whispering, "My apologies." Wide-eyed and in awe. Quietly, "Torver says he has everything except the Jeweling supplies."

Constanza will fumble with the contents of her pouch and draw out 3 gold pieces as a tip for the teenager.

"That will do. I will be there within a few minutes."