"Then where's the first place we should go to sell our skills local boy?" Vaclav says from the stern of the boat. Strangely his face keeps looking straight ahead but Chernobog's turns and seems to be looking at Ralfi.

(Sorry to Magic Jar Ralfi for a moment there, but I felt it the most appropriate way to give out all the info I needed to.  :) )

Coming out of his trance, Salazar notices that they are much closer to shore than before.  "Ah, sorry.  Been a long day.  Lost track of time.  We know where we're going?"

"East or West. Take your pick Cap'n." Vaclav says, a hint of playful mockery in his voice.

Nos Heliwr speaks up, "Zaneth would seem to give more opportunities and less chance of running afoul of the authorities such as one might expect to find in the rulers city.  Not only that, but we might be able to talk to Auld Jacque, see if he knows anything about Claire's glaive, or knows of one who might.  But in all respect I would suggest we be discrete, lest we attrach attention."

Salazar finds a laugh for the first time in far too long.  "Well, while I am keeping this fine hat, I am no longer captain once we hit land."  He pauses, trying to remember what Ralfi said.  "Very well.  I think East as well.  While the fishing village seems pleasant, I think we have more along the way if we head in the other direction.  Let's go to Zaneth."

Taking your possessions in hand you take the old cart trail to the east, heading towards the mid morning sun.  The trail wanders along the coastline and the view to the south and east ahead of you is pleasant.  The sea here is calm as you follow a large deep bay around to the east, and the sea is an inviting shade of turquoise.  Ralfi vaguely recalls stories of people coming to his bay to swim and relax in the hot summer months and you can see why.  A more idyllic place it would be hard to imagine.

After a few hours you circumnavigate the bay and the cart trail cuts deeper inland cutting off the headland.  The trail runs through farmland and you see a few farmers out sowing crops.  They look up as you pass but mostly ignore you.  Finally you see the far eastern shore of Ibini ahead and there, nestled in the shelter of a small bay is the fishing port of Zaneth.

(Map of Zaneth.)

Vaclav sends Chernobog down over the town. He's looking for signs of unusual activity like a lot of guards or something like that. 

Perception: 17

Nos Heliwr says, "I suggest we bes findin' Auld Jacque, he bes knwin' things, but remember, what he learns from us bes material he bes able t' tell others, so what ye doan't want anyne else knowin'..." he shrugs. "Well you bes gettin' th' picture I bes sure."

OCC Is there anywhere here that might inform Nos Heliwr about Scragg's dagger?  Maybe the temple would be able to 'Identify' it?  He will pay a reasonable sum.

Looking around at the idyllic scenery, Salazar feels momentarily at peace.  He wasn't used to seeing this even in his life before the shackles, given that he lived and worked in a major city his whole life.  The quiet, disturbed only by the sound of animals and working farmers was appealing.  Of course, he would never want to settle down and live out here full time.  Salazar would get bored far too easily.  Perhaps a second home to escape to?  Ah, we are getting far too far ahead of ourselves here.  

"I think that's as good an idea as any.  It'll be nice to get our feet under us, to have a real meal, and then we can perhaps figure out where we want to go.  Is everyone doing alright?  Now that we are relatively at peace and free, I wanted to ensure that the weight of the past few days doesn't crash down around us."  

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Vaclav sends Chernobog down over the town. He's looking for signs of unusual activity like a lot of guards or something like that. 

Perception: 16

Looking through Chernobog's eyes, Vaclav sees a bustling fishing port.  The place is busy and mostly full of fishermen mending nets, preparing to set out on the next tide, or returning from their latest trip out.  There are some guard-like types around.  These are typically dressed in leathers with an assortment of random, low quality weapons and are easily identified as they all wear bright orange bandanas.  Most wear them tied around their waists but some use them as head scarves or the like.  You see a small cluster of them gathered around the market square where one of them is banging something (a note?) into a post.

Nos Heliwr is aware that the practice of arcane magic has been banned in the Lucarcian continent for five hundred years.  It has literally only just been rescinded with the forming of the Republic, less than two years before, after the death of the Emperor a couple of years before that.  The last few years have seem much  political upheaval in Lucarcia.  However he also knows that many priests of the Light have the ability to delve into the Void and gain insight into the arcane properties of enchanted items.  There is typically a Church of the Light in most settlements in Lucarcia, and Nos Heliwr is aware that there is one here in Zaneth.

"It's only in a big town that you can really be alone," Claire says philosophically as she spends her time looking over the glaive, only half-listening to the others carry on the discussion about where to go from here.  

I should pay more attention.  Really.  It's hard to, though.  She hadn't thought of much besides getting off of and away from that horrible boat as soon as humanly possible.  Now that she was lacking a purpose and direction, she felt as adrift and lost as she had back at home.  Well.  At least in a big town, I might be able to find someone who can tell me what this broken blade is about.  The thought that it houses an unknown magic fills her with a thrill of excitement, and she runs her fingertips over the engraved runes.  "We're very much alike, you and I," she tells the weapon.  

Looking up at Salazar's question, Claire smiles faintly.  "I'll be fine, I think.  I just need... some moments to get my head on straight."  Still a little wary of the company she's sharing, she decides to keep the thought that she's more used to taking orders than giving them to herself.  The sight of Zaneth on the horizon helps break her reverie; she sees the tell-tale signs of what is undoubtedly a church, and hope begins to fill her.  "When in doubt, it's never wrong to as the Gods for guidance," she murmurs.

"Do you think we should all enter town together like this?  Or should someone maybe go in alone first and get a feel for things?  Do you think it's safe?"

Vaclav's eyes flip back to normal just in time to hear the conversation. He snorts when Claire talks about the gods but says nothing about it. "The guards are putting up some sort of sign in the centre of town that it might be best to take a look at. As for going together or not I guess that depends if you want to be associated with us or not Knight. I doubt word of the mutiny has reached here this fast."

One other thing to note.  You know the Orca is due to land here at some stage to deliver its shady cargo to Varnell.  Presently it is not moored in the harbour.