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(that's a big 7. Whistling, hands in pockets, looking in shop windows)

 As you do, you feel something in your pocket, a small pouch with a note that reads, “To mutual understanding, share with friends.” Inside, you determine that there is about 12 pieces of platinum coins.

(Nice!!!) 

"Thanks, What," Ellywick whispers to himself. He looks back at the others. "Our luck might just be turning around. Not too much further I think!"

(Is it too much further?)

No, it should not be too much further, just wanted to give everyone an appropriate amount of time to react to anything. You should all arrive shortly.

Ashe nearly rolls her eyes at the mention that Goran and dear Eric were ever under any real danger. Leaving a trail of bodies in their wake - that would've been the absolute worst thing they could have done.

(Does Wick remember this Triton's name? I can only assume her last impression of him was either very good or very bad...)

You remember that her name was Thuluku, and she was a... spirited lass. Very competitive.

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Ashe nearly rolls her eyes at the mention that Goran and dear Eric were ever under any real danger. Leaving a trail of bodies in their wake - that would've been the absolute worst thing they could have done.

 It is around now that Ashe hears something strange, some sort of chirping. It grows louder by the moment, and it is right then that a small bird nearly collides with Ashe’s face. However, it pulls down at the last moment and smacks into her chest. Instinctively catching the creature, a small robin bobs its head in your hands.

Meanwhile, the four of you have now arrived at the ship port. The building is somewhat of a large, motel-like structure, with no real living spaces evident, but several curtained areas. It seems like more of a place that one can sit and wait while business is taken care of, rather than an inn where one can stay, sleep, or live for a few days. Wick recalls that this was the same place that the W’s were hanging out. A receptionist stands at the entrance to greet entrants and help direct them to their proper rooms.

Dahme'dre looks annoyed at Ashe's bird. You must be lost. She thinks. Of course it would only understand her if it understood a language already.

The bird turns its head toward you and tweets. Dahme’dre, now that you look at it, you notice a similarity to Cupcake. It’s colors are unnatural like the spider. It has a swirling pattern of shimmering red that traces along its chest and its eyes hold a similar color to it. This is a familiar. It’s gaze returns to Ashe.

Wick approaches the receptionist and inquires after Thuluku's vessel. Surely she described it, even in vague details, during their encounter the other day. 

You remember some of her braggadocio. She described it as the envy of the seas! The pride of the deep! Many other such names! The Scylla! It sounds a lot like a ship, not a star ship, but a ship ship. As in one that goes on the water, and stays in the water... which is... you know... weird?

Wick is into it, mythic naming and all. He walks back to the party, coughing politely as he interrupts their conversation with the bird. "Right, so I think I've found the ship. I am not entirely confident that Thuluku will help us, but I know that she is a fierce one for a competition. I don't suppose any of you are, ah, more skilled at dragonchess than I am?"

(My plan is to challenge her to a game for passage on the ship, likely bringing in Dah'medre as my ringer. Sound fair, all?)

 "I haven't touched a board in years, I'm afraid." Dahme'dre replies, and turns to Ashe, Does this bird belong to someone you know? If not we may want to bury it. 

(Assuming I don't know this familiar.)

Not a clue, but since it came to me...

Ahuhu~ it isn't every day a bird willingly flies into a web. What is your mission, sweet bird? Ashe speaks to the bird mentally via message.

(In case it would be helpful, I know Celestial, Common, Draconic, Elvish, and Undercommon.)

You do not! However, as you speak, the bird opens its beak. The voice of the young shopkeeper Millie echoes out from it like a recording, “Hello, Ms. Muffet! I hope that you’re having a wonderful day. I wanted to send you a message to let you know that I can’t-“ And the message cuts off. The bird bobs it’s head once more, seemingly pleased that it delivered the message.

A few moments later a mundane bird lands, “Aw shoot. Twenty-five word limit. Short sentences. Pick up hat? Let me know. See you then. TTYL.”

Both birds then fly off.

Ashe giggles as she releases the bird to allow it to fly on home. Oh, a sweet little birdie told me I should make a quick decision on my hat situation. @ Dahme'dre

If possible, Ashe will take a position nearby to oversee this game. Her gameplan is to backseat game the heck outta this match, assuming general knowledge checks would be allowed or if her coaching affords the gnome some advantage.

With that, you four walk through the doors to get to the waiting area. What’s interesting about this is that you notice all of the rooms run parallel with the ship dock. Having walked through the doors, you are essentially dockside with each room being a curtained alcove in a wall. Various travelers exit and enter different rooms, while others head down to the lower docks. You were informed that Thuluku was in the third room from the northmost section, which you reach swiftly. You now stand outside it.

Wick knocks.

The air hangs silent as Wick knocks against the wall. One. Two. Three. Four... then a woman’s voice calls over, “Yeah? Who is it?”

Alijurn has been staying silent the whole time, keeping an eye out for anyone or anything that might be following them. Being on the run apparently takes it's toll on a poor dragon. 
Perception: 16