Shipwrecked in Saltmarsh

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     "Do you speak Common?" Fianna asks. Then, switching to Elvish "Do you speak Elvish?" 

"ના Common! ના Common!" it rasps, making a chopping motion with its javelin. "Deliver," it adds. "તમે અમને પહોંચાડવા જ જોઈએ deliver!"

The three reptilians are tense and seem to be on alert, but are not actively attacking.

The crows nest continues to be quiet, as does the rest of the deck. A cold wind gusts intermittently. Kelnan notices that the tiller is destroyed - apparently splintered in Molo's blast. 

     "We're a bit far out for delivery," Fianna thinks aloud.  "But I'm sure if you just sit back and relax we can cook you up something from the galley..."

"Maybe we should get Molo in here.  He's ... lizardy?"  Dain makes sure he's stood in front of Fianna.  Not so much that he would block her line of sight if she wishes to throw her magic around, but so that he definitely blocks most of the lizards' line of sight if they want to use her for target practice.  His maul is hefted in a ready manner, but not overtly threatening.  He just stands at the ready in case any of them should attack.

The reptilians continue to stare, coldly and silently. Something crawls out from under the far bunk – a pseudodragon, nearly identical to FinFin. It eyes Fianna's familiar (who has returned to Fianna, seriously wounded from a crossbow bolt) and puffs itself up, hissing.

Katernin looks to Molo, "See anything?" She asks him

((Speaking of familiars - are they speaking Draconic?  If so, FinFin could understand them and likely translate or at least pass along the just?))

     FinFin yawns in response to the display of the other Pseudodeagon and then rests their head of Gianna’s shoulder nonchalantly.

     “Molo?” Fianna would call out, half looking over her shoulder but not really taking her attention off these people.  “You got a moment?”

Molo creeps towards Fianna. “There is still prey in the crow’s nest.” He then looks at all these lizard people. ”What’s going on here?” 

In Draconic “Explain yourselves!”

I also cast comprehend languages 

(FinFin indeed understands them, but lacks the words to translate. FinFin does indicate that the reptilians are annoyed and expecting to be delivered.)

     “FinFin, go check it out?” Fianna asks and her pseudodragon takes to the air to go check out the crow’s nest from a safe distance...  if someone is spotted, Fianna will talk through her familiar and try to coax them down.

     “The fighting is over.  At least it can be.  Surrender and you will not be harmed.  We just ask you never travels these waters again and you explain these lizard people, if you can,” She’d say through FinFin, as persuasively as she can...

     Meanwhilr she leaves the interrogation to Molo and Dain, stepping out of the room and out of line of sight, trusting her companions to be loud enough to get her attention if need be.

Dain will back up and protect Molo as needed.

Soaring high up into the rigging, FinFin spots a young crewmember curled up in the crow's nest clutching a crossbow, visibly afraid. 

Hearing Fianna's voice coming from the darkness above her, she panics, and high-dives off the crow's nest, hurtling nearly fifty feet into the cold wintery waters to port. You barely hear the splash above the noise of the rough ocean.

Meanwhile, the standing lizardfolk respond flatly to Molo:
"અમે આરામ કરીએ છીએ. અને આપણે ભૂખ્યા છીએ. શું હજી આપણે ત્યાં છીએ? આપણે અધીરા છીએ. તમે ગઈકાલે ડિલિવરીનું વચન આપ્યું હતું. અમે તમને ખૂબ સરસ ચુકવ્યું હતું."

((Does Katernin hear the splash?))

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((Does Katernin hear the splash?))

 
Katernin sees a flash of the diving sailor hurtling by, and hears the faint splash to port.

     FinFin will follow the diver down... Not into the water or anything, but stay close enough to keep an eye on them, see if they survived or not, that kind of thing.

Molo says to the others “They’re impatient about some kind of delivery or passage.”

He turns back to the lizard people. 

The sailor surfaces with a gasp, and then begins to swim expertly through the frigid waters toward the cliff-lined coast.

Meanwhile, inside the swampy cabin, Molo and the lizardfolk continue to converse in Draconic.

Molo’s eye twitches. “They aren’t explaining. They’re just whining about paying a bunch of money for passage and a shipment. We should take them in and question them.”

"Do we take them in to be questioned by the guard?"  Dain looks at Fianna for her opinion and guidance.

     “What are we, the local militia?” Fianna asks, exasperated.  “Well, I guess I sort of am...”

     “Ask them what the now about the smugglers,” Fianna suggests.

     “Ask them where they made arrangements to be delivered.  To where.  And why.” Fianna tells Molo.

     “Ask them if they know how to drive a boat,” she says, before Molo could even begin asking any of the other questions.

     “Ask them where they came from to begin with...”

      “Ask them why they have a pseudodragon...”

     “Oh, and Molo?” Fianna will ask, interrupting him before he can even begin yet again.  “We don’t have all day!”

     Fianna will then leave that to Dain and Molo and go to the part of the ship closest to the swimmer.

     “Shore is too far.  You won’t make it.  Even if we let you, you’re clothes are already getting heavy and weighing you down,” Fianna says to the swimmer through her familiar.  “Return yo the ship.  Well being you safely about and not harm you.  Answer a few questions and we’ll even let you go, authorities none the wiser.  But if you assist on fleeing, we’re going to have to assume you’re trying to get reinforcements and kill you before you can...  we don’t want that.  You don’t want that.  Return, and by the moon and the stars and all the gods between them, I swear we will not harm you...”

The swimming sailor stops, and begins to panic, thrashing about in the waves. She is about 100 feet from the ship, and at least several hundred yards away from the breakers booming against the black wall of cliffs, which appear a bit closer than they did when you first boarded.

The lizardfolk continues to speak with Molo in its reedy, raspy, flat voice.

"સપર તૈયાર છે?"