"What other reasons could she or that ship have for touring Khorvaire? Is she just running?" Mia would ponder out loud. "I'd be curious to find out who could be after her and why."

Vignette suddenly appears at the table, with two dirty dish towels draped over her shoulder and a face red from exertion.  "Bleedin 'ell! Oi leave yer al' alone for jist a minute ter 'elp clean up after Cora's pukin' incident, an' yer al' are already blatherin' aboyt mutiny?!"

Cora screams high pitched in shock at Vinegar so violently appearing out of nowhere.

Vignette places a glass of ice water in front of Cora, and starts to massage her shoulders (monks are good at that shit).  "Chill out, m'lady!  Draink dis water - it'll 'elp you wit' yer inevitable 'eadache."

Mia will clutch her left side in surprise from Vignette's sudden appearance and Cora's high pitched scream.

Vignette: "Sweet mother Dol-Arrach!  Yer al' are jumpy!  Oi tink it wud be best if ye laid off de sauce a wee bit!"

Cora, fueled by the adrenaline, shouts, "Where have you been!!" angrily, then calms down.

Vignette points a couple tables over, to their previous table, where Cora had recently covered the entire table and chairs with her vomit: "Cleanin' up after yisser vomitus mess, m'lady!"  She then lays down the two disgusting towels, damp and soaked with the contents of Cora's stomach, on the table in front of her.

"Eugh..." Bea covers her nose when Vignette puts the gross towels on the table, the stench starting to emanate around them. "Now we gotta move again, Vign!"

Mia will push herself away from the table to distant herself from the nasty rags.

Willow will roll her eyes slightly, also scooting back slightly, looking at Vignette. "Could we refrain from bringing dirty vomit rags to clean tables Vin? 

Vignette: "Deal.  In exchange for yer al' respectin' de 'elp raund 'ere, cleanin' up after yisser messes."

Cora gags, "Aw, dude. No." She waves her hand, shooing the rags away. "Dude. No. God dammit."

Athela wheels herself a bit back, managing to control the delicate nausea on her face. "I believe we have a deal, Vignette. We will help clean up after our messes in the future."

Mia looks over to Vignette, "I can assist going forward?" she just blinks at her.

"Ok, Ok, ****." Cora sighs, "Can we stop talking of the vomit soaks rag situation? Apparently nothing else is going on around here cause James is a derphead, so what are we gon do now?"

Athela shrugs. "As I said, we could talk to some of Angelica's infamous enemies and try to get their side of things. Figure out if we're going to mutiny and come up with a plan should the Lord d'Lyrandar decide not to side with us. Perhaps even talk to Ziggy..."

ONE MONTH LATER

FORGOTTEN RELICS

The adventure begins in Sharn. Before we begin, you are all an acquaintance of Sergeant Germaine Vilroy of the Sharn Watch, a Brelish veteran of the Last War. Now is the time to come up with a reason as to how you all know her. Then, the adventure begins.

An orange glow covers the top of Lyrandar Tower as the sun sinks in the sky. Above, the great airships of House Lyrandar float like leviathans surrounded by brilliant rings of elemental energy. Below, bridges crisscross at all levels of the city, connecting Sharn’s great towers. The sounds of crying children, barking vendors, cursing skycoach drivers, and braying hippogriffs rise up to become a unique din that can only be heard in the City of Towers.

Each of you carries a letter from your acquaintance Sergeant Germaine Vilroy of the Sharn Watch that reads, “I’m calling on you for a job. I can’t write the details, but it pays well and requires your skills. Meet me at the airship dock on top of Lyrandar Tower. Come armed.”

Athela and Willow have known the Sergeant casually for about a year. He knows they're Mourners, but they bear no ill will towards him despite his Brelish nationality (Breland did start the Last War, but it's not like it was his ancestors who started it, and it's been a century). She pokes her sister. "C'mon, let's go! Money from the airship job is almost out, this is needed. And interesting!" She brings her weapons and focus, and comes ready for battle just in case.

"What the.." Cora said. "What is this?" She pulled out a small invitation, looked it over. "Who the **** is Vilroy?" She looked out into the room and thought. "I have no idea who this is. Apparently, she knows me." 

She slowly untangled herself from Bea from her side of the bed, very reluctantly, mind you, and had the urge to suppress the need to bathe and dress up and instead bury herself in everything that made Bea impossibly sexy and irresistible. But, she did so anyways and waited for her to wake up, putting the events of the airship behind her. Welp, I have nothing better to at the moment, so lets see what this note is all about. Probably should get with the others.