"Looks like eet already deed, Kapitan." Misha joked, shifting the weight of her hip and winking.

Once Carrhae had left Kali to her own devices, the barbarian was tempted to hop right back into bed before her mind started buzzing, but it was too late. I gotta see where I could get those ingredients... Not to get 'em now, her eye settles on the briefcase, I still got time... But... Her lips thinned as she opened up the case again, taking out the sheet of parchment the doctor had given her to flip it open and read it. Marrow Root, Feydust, Sundrop... "Gods, what is this? A made up recipe for children?" She mutters sardonically as her hand hovers over one of the needles, glaring down at the iridescent liquid inside. "Stupid shit, that's what it is." After writing down the ingredients on a separate piece of parchment, Kali snaps the case shut again, slipping it in one of her drawers underneath her bed. "I got til Midsummer, but I might as ****in' well..." With a grunt she moves to properly dress herself before heading top deck, starting with her eyepatch.

With a now empty mug of coffee if her hand she slips out of her quarters just in time to see Sloop scurrying off to what she assumed would be the galley in which she stops the little runt for a moment and handed him the cup. "Send the chef my regards." She'd tell him before pushing him off again. After she spots Carrhae and Sana with an under dressed Misha, she makes her way towards the trio. "Mornin'," She forced herself to not look at the red-head as she spoke, mainly because she knew she'd stare too long and she couldn't do that now. "Any of you three seen the broody one around? The drow man... Erriviel. That one. Where is he?"

"Yes, I suppose it has." For Sloop's sake, I hope that Kali isn't revealing anywhere near as much as she was when I saw her this morning. The poor boy might have a heart attack. And as if on cue, Kali just happened to come up topside as she was thinking. "Likely in his room. Drow don't really get along with the sun, so he's not going to be up here during the day. Good thing that his job doesn't require him to be out on the deck."

"Mm, makes sense I suppose," Kali murmurs to herself. "Very well. Thank you Carrhae." She bows her head slightly to the trio with a 'ladies' to excuse herself and heads off to Erriviel's room. Took her a few minutes to remember exactly where it was, but she assumed that the room radiating the second most amount of menacing aura was going to be his (first one being Grishkar). Without any hesitation she knocks lightly on the door. "Oi, Erriviel, you in there? Need to ask you somethin'."

Misha's stomach growled, and she patted it as if petting a loving animal. "Sorry about growl from stomach." she smiled. "Kapitan, ees breakfast ready, perheps?"

Carrhae reaches into a pouch on her belt and pulls out a few pieces of dried fruit. "Here, these should keep you settled until Chef is finished preparing breakfast."

Misha looks at the fruit Carrhae gave her, a look of amused disbelief on her face. She gives Carrhae a side glance as if she couldn't possibly be serious, but shrugged happily and popped them into her mouth and chewed. 

"It's just a little snack to quiet your stomach. When I was a girl working at the temple of Sune, I saw plenty of mothers do the same to quiet their children during a particularly long sermon. And I feel a little bit bad about not getting you coffee earlier."

"Oh Pshhh.." Misha laughed and blew it off with a wave of her hand. "Don't be riliducious! You hed no idea. Plus, you can get me a cup of..whatever you called it..when we all go to eat, eef eet makes you feel better!"

"You're too sweet, Misha." Carrhae said, giving her a peck on the cheek.

Misha blushed, her cheeks matching her hair, "Ees all in the genetic programming!" she said plainly.

Carrhae smiles and sits down. "I've spent a lot of time thinking about your genetic programming, actually. I thought that it might have been fate that I was placed in the care of prettiest, kindest, and friendliest Paladin in all of Acheron." Carrhae punctuates this by wrapping her arm behind Misha and giving her a side-hug. "As you know, I was at a low point when I came to Acheron and I needed a friend. And there was you. You were always there to offer a friendly smile, listen to me when I needed to talk to someone, or give me a kind word when I needed one. I'm thankful for you. Although, there is one thing I've been curious about. You're a testament to Acheronian genetic development. You're beautiful, strong, lovable, you don't need sleep, you don't get drunk, and drugs don't effect you. But you might genuinely be the most ticklish person I've ever seen. Just a few seconds of it is enough to get you on the ground.  It's a rather odd weakness, don't you think?"

Misha sat down with Carrhae. She was a beautiful woman, and had breasts that were almost famous. Not to mention they had a little history together. Misha listened patiently to her as she spoke, her kind words made her smile, feel special, and filled her with honor. This is one reason she liked Carrhae, why Acheron accepted her, why Misha was sent to watch over her. She was honorable. Glorious. But Carrhae didnt know everything about her people and their ways. 

“Could be fate, comrade.” she smiled softly, sitting next to her. “But does one call Bane’s Will fate? You are here weeth me today because you are special. You are chosen. You are one with great honor and purpose. Glory weel be geeven to me eef we are successful in our meeshion, but I do what I do also for the honor of being your friend. Bane knows thees.”

As Carrhae spoke of tickles, Misha braced herself, tensing tightly, ready for another tickle attack, but it didnt come, so she relaxed visibly and laughed.

”The Genesis Chambers ees truly remarkable technology from an age long past. Tell me, when you were born and grew up, did you question why certain things are about you? Maybe you have. For me, yes, I wonder. And I think I know why you ask..because I am deefrent. I was..made. Not born. Someone poosh buttons and BEEP! Misha ees done! I come from society where not allowed to..ask. Not allowed to..wonder. I do not ask, I only obey, because I hef no desire inside me to do so. Eet is like, eh..not een code?”

”I am like..forged weapon. I do certain theengs, and I do not know what ees like to be deefrent weapon. Like my hammer! Eet go SMASH! Eet not go SLASH! Or BOOM! Hammer not know what ees like to be staff. As far as staff know, just know how to be staff! Eet knows nothing else.”

Misha smiled and patted Carrhae’s leg, brightly smiling at her as if she had not a problem in the world.

The door next to the one Kali knocked on opens up, "Ah Kali, what is it? That's Chandor's room, I believe. Come on in, would you like something to drink?"

Erriviel is sitting at his desk, holding a cup of tea. A teapot rests on the left hand side, and writing implements are scattered over the top. A moment after the door opens, everything besides the teapot is carefully cleared off and moved into a drawer by an invisible force.

I don't remember that... Then again my memory is as good as a goldfish. Kali shrugs and casually strolls into the drows room and closes the door behind her. "Thanks, but no thanks, Erriviel. Ain't much of a tea drinker, smells good in here though." That last bit was mostly muttered as the pirate dug into her pants pocket to pull out a piece of parchment. "You're good at... Gettin' stuff, right? Like if I gave you a list of some specific items you could... Get them? Or figure out how to get them? ...It's not drugs. I think. Maybe."

Erriviel takes a sip of tea and reaches for the parchment. “Of course. Just give me a moment to look over the list.”

Nodding his head as he reads the list, This is definitely a list of drugs. Good to know

”These shouldn’t be too hard to acquire. I’m sure I can get some for you tonight, I doubt I can find a merchant for these during the day.”

He hands the paper back to Kali and gives her a knowing smile, “Now, is there anything else? Normally I’d love to stay and chat but there’s so much for me to prep as we prepare to leave harbor.”

Carrhae thinks for a moment as Misha speaks of Bane's Will and fate. "I think that there really isn't much difference between fate and the will of the gods. In the end, it's a power higher than us placing us in a particular situation and all we can do is decide how to react to it." Carrhae listens to Misha as she talks about how she just is the way she is and decides to just accept the explanation. At that moment, Carrhae's expression changed, as if she just remembered something. "Oh! I just remembered something that I wanted to do. I was going to go into town and purchase some potions for the crew. Do you want to come with me? If we're quick, we just might be able to get back before Chef is finished with breakfast. But, you'll have to put something on over that. As lovely as you are in a bikini, the shops of Waterdeep have a rather strict 'No Shoes, No Shirt, No Service' policy. You don't have to get all dressed up, if you put on the top you had on yesterday and some sandals, that should be enough."

Sana smiles as she listens to Misha and Carrhae talking. As they discuss going into town, Sana grins. "I'll leave you two to that, then."

"If we don't get back in time, could you make sure that no one eats our breakfast?"

“That’s good to hear,” Kali grins and slips the paper back into her front pocket. Don’t think Charolette would lie to me, could’ve just asked for me to get ‘em from shady merchants, wonder what the price is gonna be though... “I’d like to come with you. This is more for, er, personal use and the price might be a bit... High. I’ll chip in what I can but I’ll have to repay you if it gets past a certain point. That okay with you?”