Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh

“No… no, I’m afraid I don’t have a blanket as such,” he admits after a moment, glancing back up toward her. “But perhaps my cloak might do for the time being, eh?”  He pulls at the edge of it slightly as he says it.

One second she’s 30’ away, the next she taking your cloak, then in a blink she’s back at the chest her baby wrapped in your cloak…

”…silence is golden golden…” she quietly sings.

Darixa make an insight check as Cook suddenly jerks from his position propped up in the opening.

The messenger looks at Esme with surrender, “The kinda vile things that happen to brave young women who happen into the company of scum.”  His jaw clamps shut and he looks down at his hands, dirty scarred neglected.