"Absolutely," Sana says with a laugh. "Although I may take a tax, depending on what Indigo makes."

Misha happily nodded, went back to her room -‘got changed into her sporty top, shorts, and sandals, and bounced back to meet Carrhae. “Ready!”

When Kali asks to accompany him, Erriviel frowns slightly, "Hm, I'm afraid that might not be possible. Some of the merchants that I deal with do not take too kindly to strangers. And no need to worry about repaying me, let's just call it a favor between friends."

"Let's be going then." Carrhae heads out to town with Misha and as they traverse through the city, Carrhae gets even more looks in her direction than she usually does. Most of them are curious, wondering who her new, sexy friend is, where she came from, and whether she's single. Some look on in disappointment, assuming that Carrhae finally got paired up and regretting the fact that they never tried their luck with her while they had the chance. Either way, the two Paladins did not go unnoticed as they made their way to the store. Carrhae purchases nine potions of healing from the salesman, who is stunned by the two beauties coming into his store. And true to her word, Carrhae and Misha were able to return quickly, although not without a few of the city's bachelors following behind them, finally stopping at the docks, unable to get on the ship that the two beauties called home.

“That so?” Kali says idly with a raised eyebrow and crosses her arms in front of her chest. “I’m not a stranger around these parts, Erriviel. Don’t know who you deal with, but I’m sure they’ve heard of me, one way or another. ‘Sides! Who doesn’t wanna do business with my pretty face?” She gives him a cheeky smile, but it falls and gets replaced with a more serious one. “Sorry, but this stuff is important to me. I was told it’s not easy to locate and if you say you can manage it, I wanna know where I can get it. We may not be together for long, you know? I like to cover my bases.”

Misha followed Carrhae and took in all the sights. She didn't leave her side for a moment, and as always, had some variation of a smile on her face, as if seeing the city for the first time. She caught many people looking at them, at her, and she simply returned the glance with a combination of wonder and friendliness. It was a beautiful day, and it was pleasant to go anywhere with Carrhae. She was ready in case anyone wanted to give her friend trouble. Eventually, they returned.

"Tell me, comrade," Misha smiled, "Do I hef something on face? So many people stare at me! At us!"

"No, there's nothing on your face. It's just that we're two very beautiful women and people like to look at us. It's sort of like how you enjoy looking at the sky and the sea." 

Erriviel sighs, At least the alcoholic knew how to mind his own business.

"Very well, you may come with me. You must be as meek as a mouse, and you must not speak out of turn. I will handle everything, you will be along for the ride. And you must wear this."

A drawer slides open and a thick, leather blindfold floats out of it. It smells clean, as though it had been recently washed or never worn.

"I do doubt that my contacts in Waterdeep will be useful once we get to Saltmarsh, though"

“Need to get an idea of where they get it from,” Kali mentions as she takes the blindfold in her hands and inspects it a moment. “You gonna put me in some shackles too? I think I got an outfit made for this kinda shit somewhere in my room.” She quips. “Kinda insultin’ me, since ya know,” She taps her eyepatch. “Got a slew of glass eyes I could plop right in n’ just move my pitch to the other eye. Would I be able to do that instead? ... Or is this a drow thing?”

"We're not trying to go that far with this, that would make things significantly more difficult. The eyepatch is good, but there's a certain image we need to project for our own health. Meet me here points out suitably sketchy location on map a half hour after sunset."

“Our own health?” Kali questions, but waves her hand and looks at the totally not sketchy but very much sketchy place on the map. “‘Kay, I trust you.” Though I probably shouldn’t. “Besides this,” She lifts the blindfold in her hand. “Anything else? No weapons? No latex outfits?”

After eating a delicious breakfast from Indigo, Carrhae began going about her business. First, she gave Sana and Kali three of the potions that she and Misha had purchased earlier that day. "I hope that you don't need to use them, but if you or another member of the crew are looking particularly wounded, give this to them." She keeps the other three on her person, for the same reason. Then she goes out to check the ship.

She checks with Wolf to make sure that there aren't any repairs that need to be done before heading out. She checks with Chandor to review their route as well as their destinated time of arrival in Saltmarsh. She checks with Sana to make sure that the cannons are tied up and ready in case they get into trouble. She makes sure that Indigo's kitchen is properly stocked and that Sloop isn't giving her any trouble. Carrhae meets with Erriviel to go over inventory one last time and make sure that they have enough supplies to last them until they arrive in Saltmarsh. Then, once Carrhae has checked her ship, she visits Kali to ensure that there's not anything that she might have missed. 

Once that's complete, Carrhae returns to her room to sharpen her sword and polish her shield and armor. 

Misha returned to her room for a moment. It was time to check in with her superior. Her other, more important superior. Not that Carrhae was unimportant, but Legion Commander Taetanicus, Lord of the Primes had more seniority. She opened her cabinet to reveal her equipment, and turning around, she stepped backward into the cabinet and into her open exposed armor. It immediately wrapped around her limbs and torso, plates clicking and fusing together to envelop her form tightly. She stepped out after a moment and was fully donned in her Acheronian plate armor, forming around her like a second skin. 

She closed the cabinet and her left forearm top revealed a small detailed arcane panel which had symbols like buttons, and she typed in a code and suddenly a large magical communication square appeared in front of her, about half her size. She kneeled and hung her head low as the visage of the Legion Commander appeared.

PART 2 soon

"Feel free to bring your weapons, just take care to not use them. I don't believe there is any prohibition on latex outfits, so that's fine if you wish to wear one"

Misha dared not look at the Legion Commander until he spoke. To do so was a great disrespect to authority.

"Misha Paskov'ya." The voice of Legion Commander Taetanicus, Lord of the Primes thundered in her quarters.
"Komandir Legiona, ya zdes'." Misha replied, her head low. She raised it, per protocol, but still knelt. "Slava Beyn, Lordu-Generalu i Tiranu."
Taetanicus was so massive he filled the entire viewscreen with his stature. "Do menya doshlo, chto vy nachinayete svoyu missiyu cherez den' ili dva. YA zaprosil obnovleniye vashego statusa. Budete li vy gotovy?"
Misha nodded low. "YA gotov. Ekipazh sobran, i korabl' pochti gotov k vyletu. YA zakrepil svoye polozheniye na korable i vossoyedinilsya s kapitanom Karroy."
Taetanicus nodded slowly. "Otlichno. Ne podvedi svoyu rodinu. Vy dolzhny preuspet' v svoyem naznachenii v obyazatel'nom poryadke, vse ostal'noye raskhoduyetsya. Krome Karre. Ona dolzhna zhit'. Ona ochen' vazhna dlya asheronskoy voyennoy mashiny i dolzhna zhit'. Zaversheniye puteshestviya. Vozvrashchaysya domoy s uspekhom, i bol'shaya chest' i slava budut tvoimi."
"Ponyal komandir. YA ne podvedu. Kak pozhelayet Beyn, tak i budet, eto budet sdelano. Uspekh budet moim." Misha held her head low, and vowed to her Legion Commander.

The arcane viewscreen winked out. And Misha stood, hit a button on her upper left forearm. She stepped reverse into her armor and weapon cabinet, and within moments, her armor unsnapped off and remained hung in a cross position in the cabinet, ready to be worn again in a moments notice. She put back on her casual half shirt, booty shorts, and sandals, and went to her desk, opened up a small box with papers. She picked them up, read them, and memoried the mission perameters. When she was done, she looked off into the distance, and smiled slightly. Another chance at honor and glory. And this time, Carrhae, and her new friends were with her. 

Soon, all would be revealed. She couldn't wait.

Carrhae locked the door behind her, pulled the mat out from under her bed, and removed her shoes. She then sat cross-legged on the mat and closed her eyes. Carrhae had found in recent years that doing this allowed her to tune out the distractions and focus inward. This particular time, she found herself focusing on the new mission that was about to start in only a few days. She thought about how this is what she had spent all those years training for in Acheron. She thought that this was what the Acheronians saved her for in the first place. Carrhae had admittedly questioned why her, out of all the people that Bane could've chosen for his mission, a Paladin that failed in her original mission was a most odd choice. But she recalled Misha's words about Bane's Will. And whether Carrhae called it fate, or Bane's Will, or Sune's Will changed nothing. This was now her mission and nothing was going to change that. All she could do was try her best to succeed. And thinking of Misha's words caused her to think of Misha, who even after all these years seemed too good to be true. 

No! Focus. This was not the time for idle lust. Carrhae took a deep breath, inhaling through her nose and exhaling through her mouth. She re-centered herself, focusing on the spirit instead of the body. She would have plenty of time to satisfy herself, but the same could not be said of her spiritual development. Acheron had focused on rebuilding her body, but her spirit was another matter entirely. Even when she returned home with her re-strengthening completed, Carrhae found that she wasn't as strong as she was in that area. The divine aura she had protecting her was gone, as was her ability to cast spells. So she began doing these exercises, in order to try and strengthen her spirit, so that she might regain those powers. 

Eventually, Carrhae was knocked out of her trance by a persistent knocking on the door. She would be informed by Sloop that while Chef Indigo could continuously warm Carrhae's food with her magic forever, she couldn't keep it away from flies forever, much less a hungry crew that wanted seconds. Carrhae had apparently gotten so deep in her meditations that she had no memory of telling Sloop that they could start eating without her and she certainly didn't pick up on her stomach rumbling as it was right now. Even so, her state was the same as it was before she started. With the hope that she'd regain all that she'd lost and then some, Carrhae laced up her boots and went out for lunch, as she certainly wouldn't restore her spirit if she starved to death.

Misha nearly tripped on her own two feet as she hungrily entered the mess hall. She took a deep inhale and smelled something so wonderful..

Breakfast.

She sat down and began eating. Doing her best, her absolute best, to not eat like a wild starving soldier, she took her time and tried to eat like a lady. When no one was looking, she lowered her head and rapidly forked bite after into her mouth. She chewed and swallowed, nearly choking a few times. Whatever it was, it was delicious, unlike the gruel they had on Acheron. She had seconds, then thirds. Then fourths. It was like feeding a furnace that was never satisfied. She grabbed her cup and drank the entire mug in one swift chug, and let out an enormous burp like a 6 year old. She immediately slapped her hand on her mouth and her eyes grew very wide, darting to and from the others eating as if she had made a very big mistake. She grinned sheepishly and stood letting out a satisfied sigh. Having eaten four helpings, her body and energy level had given no indication as such, and she cleaned up, thanked the turtle for the meal, and went outside to look for someone to talk to. 

Carrhae finished her lunch and thanked Indigo for thinking of her. She didn't really know what to do as she climbed up topside. The shopping was done and she had given the potions to Sana and Kali for distribution when necessary, she had checked over the ship to make sure that everything was fine for when they left for Saltmarsh and while she could do so again, she didn't want to come off as paranoid, or worse, as a micromanager. She actually grew rather bored, standing out there and looking out at the horizon.

Sana devours Indigo's delicious cooking hungrily, then heads up to the deck. Smiling, she makes her way over to where Carrhae is watching the horizon and looking bored. "Hey Captain!" she says with a grin. "The horizon's pretty beautiful, isn't it? Just wait until we get out of sight of land. When there's nothing blocking your vision for miles around, it's a stunning sight. Especially at night, when you can see all the stars."

Carrhae smiles back at Sana. "Hello! I'm looking forward to it. I've missed the sight of the stars at night. I'm actually getting a little antsy."