Kyne nods.

"Two. The Golden Dragon can have us in Sarlona next week. The Mist Eagle is faster and more flexible, but more expensive. Are you sure it's worth bothering with just any other dragonstone weapons? Dagur was quite specific that Old Lornack would know about the exact ones that we need to defeat Yuriel. Doesn't sound like a fantasy chase to me. Flying all over the continent will take a long time."

"Who knows if Dagur is even telling the truth? He seems rather intoxicated all of the time. Fey are known to play tricks. Maybe it is a drunken bet with a leprechaun about who can send the most powerful people furthest on an obviously made up errand that is why he was so cross at us researching it." Seb holds up the list again. "These are real though. I have found several accounts of all of them and what they can achieve, they would make the trip worthwhile. At least see if some are close to our route."

Kyne groans and rubs his brow.

"Seb, if you don't believe Dagur in the first place, then why are we going anywhere? If we take his 'quest' then he has no reason to lie to us. If you don't trust him then we have no reason to look into any of this in the first place."

She shrugs. "It seems interesting. And a chance to study things beyond my current understanding. If yuriel truly is an ancient, powerful being who can be raised from the dead I very much want to know how. But the weapons are real, and powerful. Perhaps I should consult the bones? Determine our best path."

"Sure, go ahead," Kyne remarks dryly, shaking his head in frustration, "but we have to take one of these options before they're gone." The elf glances across at Dworic, realising for the first time that the Dwarf is still with them. "How much do you know about how these airships work?" He asks quietly.

The dwarf looks up at the ships as he strokes his beard realizing the problems with answering Kyne's question, "Oy, tha's a tuffy. No'wun really knows de full truf behin' how dey fly, trade secret you sey. Ay hev me theories but nuthin' more than most peopul do. Dey have elementals bound tu de ship dat gives it thrust en de ability tu fly. Ahs fer how dey deal wif storms or even turnin'! Das sumthin held secret but, my bulief is dat it has sumthin' to do with da manipulashun of powerful drahgunshards. Ay won't bore ye wif de details. Da point es that it's a secret id be happy tu know too." (Oy, that's a toughy. No one really knows the full truth behind how they fly, trade secet you see. I have my theories but nothing more than most people do. They have elementals bound to the ship that gives it thrust and the ability to fly. As for how they deal with storms or even turning! That's something held secret but, my belief is that it has something to do with the manipulation of powerful dragonshards. I won't bore you with the details. The point is that it's a secret I'd be happy to know too.)

Seb pulls out the bag of dragon bones from her pouch and sits cross legged on the ground with no regard for the busy surroundings. Rolling them out onto the cloth she concentrates looking for signs of whether they are best to follow the lead given by Dagur or her own leads.

     "Oh! So you're just going to... Yup, okay then." Hurosk chuckles and shakes his head as he steps around Seb'riel to act as something as a bulwark against the passing traffic. 

    "Keep on moving... Nothing to see here... Move along," he suggests to to those not paying attention. 

     "You know," he says over his shoulder to the group, "that Dagur put us on the path to save you, Seb... Though turns you didn't need much saving. He hasn't lied to us yet even though he enjoys his wine."

"Incorrect." Seb doesn't look up from the bones. "I put myself in the position I was in, knowing it would lead me to finding my brother, when I had earned his forgiveness."

Kyne rolls his eyes.

"Let her be. Let's go and see what the cargo situation is on the Golden Dragon."

Kyne heads up towards where the larger ship is moored.

The last history of the skyposrt is really crowded. Some personnel had managed to stablish two lines clear of the curious crowd that tries to look into the massive ship. One for the cargo the other for the passengers, both those who are about to board the ship and those who are disembarking, either for Passage is their last destination or they want to take a walk in the city. 

Kyne's usually pans crowds like this in search for trouble, and life proofs him right again as he sees a gnome putting his hand inside some well dressed merchant or noble pocket as he progress trough the crowd. 

He also can't help to notice that near the cargo hold of the ship there are at least four big minotaurs moving great crates inside the Golden Dragon. 

Hurosk shares a look with Kyne, for he has seen the gnome too, but his sharp eyes turn towards other things. He notices that three of the minotaurs are struggling to load up a particular heavy reinforced crate. One only can wonder what is inside it if three minotaurs are having a rough time with it. 

He notices something else though. Near the plank that give access to the proper ship, about thirtyfive crowded feet away, he sees a well dressed man, a merchant probably, wearing a big yeloow poncho over an orange tunic. He cannot see his hands that he keeps inside the poncho but when the merchant looks around he can see that he has a big scar crossing almost vertically the left side of his face. That kind of wound should had ruined his eye but it seems to work as well as the right one. The man is looking for something or someone at the ship as he waits his turn to embark and is obviously nervous, at least for Hurosk who is used to look for that kind of signals. The man's glance finally seems to find what he was looking for, a goblin that apprraches the railing of the deck, dressed like a mechanic and looks down the crowd. He looks over the crowd and doens't stops at the scarred man but the half-orc notices the slightest acknowledgment signal during the split of a second that they cross looks and the man seems to be more relaxed after it. The goblin looks to the crowd for a few more seconds and leaves the railring and goes out of sight, probably heading inside the airship.

Seb'riel holds her breath as the rolling of the bones finally draws her in, she sees the signs, reading them with the back of her mind until suddenly she is drawn into their deepest message. Her eyes go blank and her breath chokes. Seconds pass, almost a minute, and finally she gasps. Back to reality. She sways a little as she fathers her breath, reaching out violently to grasp the leg of someone still standing next to her, unsteady as her normal vision gradually returns. Her voice echoes, high pitched and slow.

"Blindly we will stumble, lost in smog and smoke without the guidance we should have sought. Dagur is right, Sarlona must be our first destination."

     "So what exactly are we loo...," Hurosk stops as he scans those waiting nearby for the ship. The curious interaction between the colorful, nervous man and the the goblin mechanic catches his attention. "Hmm. What do we have here... Something could be up," he says in a quiet voice leaning in towards Kyne. "The nervous-looking orange and yellow one here and the goblin mechanic there." He points a finger at the figure as it heads back inside the vessel. "My quarry can't hide from me." The ranger's senses extend beyond himself as an aura only perceptible to Hurosk forms around his potential prey.

Kyne's eyes dart across the docks to where Hurosk is indicating.

"Now we need Seb," he groans, "she has spells for finding out this kind of thing."

Dworic sees Seb down on the floor with a pile of bones and decides its best not to disturb. He looks to Hurosk taking the place of a guard and spectating the crowd. He notices Hurosk focus his attention on something and whisper to himself and Kyne. He goes over to the large half-orc and asks, "Watcha looin' aht mister green big'un? Looks like sumthins cot your ehyes."

Molly jumps as Seb grabs her leg, then looks down to check on the elf. "So we need to hurry?"

Seb stands. "Maybe. But certainly we should not put off the journey. So much fog." 

"The others are, well..." Moltaris shifts from audible to psychic communication with a shrug and a grin. "...looking for a way to sabotage the big airship up there to pull together some cargo for the Mist Eagle."

     "That colorful merchant there," Hurosk bends down and says in a low voice to the dwarf. "The one with the terrible scar across his face, he had a strange exchange with a goblin that just disappeared back in the ship. I'd hate to say that they're scheming something, but something did feel right." He straightens himself and gives a tusky grin. "I got my 'eyes' on the goblin, though."

Seb raises an eyebrow. "Hmm, so much trouble for a little gain. They should have waited for me."