(Alright, as I see it, Dantos is currently the one looking to buy items before the trip.)

Discount: 18

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"Ah good, let's be getting on that ship."

Dantos bows and says, "We return as soon as we can with your children or with word of them."

 Unfortunately, you do not run into Madam Hucrele during your time at the market. The merchant offers the bolts as it's going rate.

Crossbow Bolts: A set of 20 for 1 gold

Damay would go shopping as well, healers kit, maybe a climbers kit or grappling hook for the right price, scroll case

Discount: 6

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Damay would go shopping as well, healers kit, maybe a climbers kit or grappling hook for the right price, scroll case

 Unfortunately, you do not run into Madam Hucrele during your time at the market. The merchant offers the items at it's going rate.

• Healer's Kit: 5 gold
• Climber's Kit: 25 gold
• Grappling Hook and Rope: 3 gold total, 2 for the hook, 1 for the rope

Damay purchased a few odds and ends, including a new traveling outfit

(Holiday rush is in effect so replies will be delayed.)

• Traveling outfit: 2 gold

(If there's any other purchases, please post to inquire or buy. If not, then I shall proceed to the next day if there are no other queries)

Khazela arrives at the harbor before sunrise, quills slick with mist, eyes sweeping the forest of masts for any sign of Kerowyn Hucrele or her soon-to-sail companions. Every few steps she pauses, muzzle lifted, listening for a ship with destination Neverwinter, but gull-cries and deckhands’ shouts drown the words. A barrel-chested dockworker hefts a coil of line nearby. Khazela slips to his side, tilting her head so the lantern catches her black eyes. “Ship to Neverwinter,” she rasps, Common clipped and thin. “Hucrele merchant. Where?”

Caldrin Vex - Docks Arrival

A faint shimmer precedes him—four motes of soft golden light drifting in a loose circle just above the mist, casting a gentle glow along the weather-worn docks. Their source steps from the street shadow, quarterstaff tapping softly with each stride. Cloaked against the chill and damp, Caldrin Vex moves without haste, the flickering lights orbiting lazily around him like fireflies too well-mannered to scatter.

He approaches Khazela just as she finishes speaking to the dockworker. The quills on her back catch the glow, gleaming like inked steel.

“Morning finds you as sharp as ever,” he murmurs, stopping at her side and nodding toward the dockhand. “I arrived not two minutes behind, and already you’ve found the most knowledgeable-looking fellow on the pier.”

Caldrin says nothing more for the moment, content to let the man answer her question. Instead, he lifts a hand, directing one of the dancing lights to hover a bit higher and spread its glow toward the listing ships nearby. The others trail him in lazy orbits, their warm light creating just enough contrast to soften the gloom.

“No sign of the others yet,” he adds in a low voice, eyes scanning the fogbound rigging above. “But I imagine we’ll see movement soon—one way or another.”

Dantos is still drowsy when he gets ready to travel, packing his things with a yawn, carefully making sure he hasn't forgotten anything.

When he heads towards the docks he sees lights ahead, "Fascinating!" he picks up his pace to see what it is lighting the morning mist. The magical display improves his mood and he greets his companions with a smile.

"Good morning to you my frens!"

Mygra the gnome walks up whistling nods at the ppl assembled.  When the groupnis here -cast goodberry- and 10 berries appear in his hand.  Taking one an popping it into his mouth “breakfast-lunch-and-dinner anyone “? He extends hand offeringa berry to the group

"Oh! much gratitude my fren!" Dantos gently accepts a berry, holding it up and bowing before eating it.

Running up to the dock, Damay looks disheveled and rashly packed his bag. Dispite his rush job packing, his clothes are pristine and looks well groomed. "Am I late? Did I miss it? Well either my arrival time was sufficient or we all missed the departure alike." Damay notes who is there, taking a prospered Berry. "Much obliged." Taking a moment he starts arranging items in his bag to fit more efficiently.

Angus arrives at the harbour with a spring in his step, greeting his companions warmly and brightly smiling like usual, excited to set sail and embark on the party's first quest.

Khazela greets each companion with a brief tilt of her quills and a murmured “Spirit guide you,” meeting Caldrin’s glowing motes with a faint, approving nod, returning Dantos’s smile with a quick flash of teeth, and acknowledging Mygra and Damay with soft, rasped thanks. She sniffs the offered goodberry—skeptical—but, seeing the others swallow theirs without hesitation, pops it between sharp incisors. Warmth blooms through her limbs; her eyes widen, surprised at the small fruit’s potency. “Good magic,” she admits, voice softer than usual, and inclines her head more deeply to the gnome. “Gratitude, Mygra.”

The sailor rubs his head, looking at your party, "There's a couple ships headed for Neverwinter. Which ship or captain are you looking for?" 

"Ah, you all are here already." You hear from the main streets. A carriage driver gives a nod to Madam Hucrele before continuing down the street. She picks her luggage up and trots over to where you all are. "Apologies, a pack of mine had gotten knocked off on the ride over. Took a bit to pack it all again." She gives a slight bow, "Please follow me to Captain Bradshaw's ship." She notes the sailor, giving a slightly surprised look before giving the man a small curtsy and 'Good day ser.' before continuing on to a dock.

Caldrin watches the others assemble one by one, his golden motes of light still drifting lazily above the damp planks of the dock. He dips his head in greeting to each companion as they arrive, offering Dantos a faint smile at his enthusiasm, and raising a brow in quiet amusement as Damay scrambles into place.

When Mygra produces the shimmering goodberries, Caldrin studies them for a moment before selecting one with ink-stained fingers and giving a small, polite nod.

“Efficient magic,” he murmurs, slipping the berry into his mouth and savoring its faint warmth before adding softly, “Though I suspect I’ll still miss the taste of proper tea.”

At Khazela’s approving nod toward his lights, he inclines his head in return, letting one of the motes drift a little closer to her in acknowledgment.

He turns as Madam Hucrele arrives, the quiet tap of his staff falling in rhythm with her explanation. When she mentions Captain Bradshaw, Caldrin finally speaks up, his tone dry but not unkind:

“Well, now it feels official. A captain’s name gives a ship more character than her sails ever could.” He shifts his pack into place and glances briefly at his companions, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. “Shall we, then? No sense leaving our captain waiting.”

With that, he gestures faintly with his staff, sending his lights drifting a few feet ahead to illuminate the way as he falls in step behind Madam Hucrele.

Dantos follows Caldrin to the ship, enchanted by the floating lights. They remind him of his father, who was a great magician.

Madam Hucrele leads the party to a medium sized ship, with a few dockhands loading the last of the cargo on board. A man comes down the gangway, giving a shout,

"That's the last crate all, go on and get your pay from the dockmaster. Men! Strap down the last of the cargo and do a final check!" The man looks towards the party, "Kerowyn, there you are! And these folks are?" He comes up before madam.

 "They're the adventurers I've hired to rescue Talgen and Sharwyn. I've offered them passage with us to Neverwinter, is that alright?"

The man looks over to the party, taking a moment before sighing, "You're my sister in law, of course it's alright. But I thought I could talk you out of it, my and my men here can go down in that ravine and rescue my niece and nephew."

She shakes her head, "I can't ask that of you. With your company and the situation Neverwinter is in, you need to focus on your home first.  I'm thankful enough that you'd still ferry me to and fro. Besides...I feel that if they see a proper party of adventurers, they'd try to be more realistic than letting wanderlust lead them."

"Ah, you're still a mother hen, fretting over everything. The kids will grow up someday, whether you want it or not. But you've already made your choice, and I'll support it. Welcome aboard the Fervent Tide."

Khazela angles a small nod to the puzzled dockhand—“Captain Bradshaw, ship to Neverwinter,” she repeats clarifying, quills twitching—then falls in beside her companions as Kerowyn leads on. At the gangway she pauses, palm to the rail, letting the deck’s slow rise and fall thrum through her bones.

“Wood moves like breathing,” she mutters, rapping a claw against a plank and watching it rock back beneath her weight. Brows lift—equal parts wary and intrigued—before she pads forward.

Reaching the quarterdeck, she salutes with two fingers to brow in Spiritfarer fashion. “Khazela. Track-walker, blade-hand,” she tells Captain Bradshaw, steadying herself against the gentle sway. “Thank you for tide-road.” A brief quill-flick serves as both greeting and promise: she is aboard, alert, and ready.