"As much as I hate to agree with you on this, it seems like we're not going to be given much of a choice.  I doubt whatever is after us will stop until they find us and... I don't want something like this to happen again because of us..." Evi replies back quietly, head down.

Frilis and Jullar stand a ways away, talking with each other. Their expressions are stern and serious. Eventually they nod and approach you. "We have come to the conclusion that additional help will be required." Jullar begins.

"Across the Splitting Sea, on the western continent, is a group of mages, five strong. They have done great things for this world in the past, and they are good friends of mine. Take the information that Knurath has returned to them. They will supply us with aid and, if all goes well, we shall not have to worry about Knurath for long." Frilis explains.

Kallista's face pales a bit at the thought of returning to the western continent. That would bring her closer to home, the exact opposite of what she's trying to do. "Where specifically can we find them? Will they all be together, or will we have to locate each one seperately?"

"They will all be together. Jullar can take you to an old friend of his down at the docks. They can take you to the city of Merrybay, where they reside in the massive keep in the center of the city. You can't miss it." Frilis explains.

(OOC: Just for reference which country is Merrybay in and is it a place famous enough that our party would know about it?  I can ask in character if you prefer)

Orimdal grumbles, "Docks? We're no travellin' by boat are we? I hate boats. Much prefer me feet on earth. That's where a smithy belongs."

Fletcher looks intrigued at the proposition of going by boat. "This should be interesting."

(Merrybay is in Mazilyak. I think I spelled that right. Wow, I'm questioning my own spelling now, oh well. It is technically the capital of Mazilyak, so yes I would say it is well known enough that you all know about it)

"Indeed, master dwarf, you will be travelling by boat." Frilis says with a smile. "Now, if you are ready, Jullar will show you to the docks. I must take care of things around here. All these refugees will need help, and we must prepare for dozens of permanent guests." As Frilis walks away, Jullar turns to you. "Are we ready to head off or is there anything else you need to take care of here?"

(OOC: Gotcha thanks! )

At the mention of Mazyliak and Merrybay, Evi gets a queasy feeling in her stomach.  That's too close to home and too close to...Him, she thinks worriedly to herself.  Realizing that her concern may be showing on her face, she plays it off by saying, "I'm also not too fond of boats..." she lied, "...but it doesn't seem that we have much of a choice at this point."  Remembering the other issue that still hadn't been rectified, she added "And yes Frills, there is something we need to take care of before we depart," pausing to look pointedly at Orimdal first then the others, "It hopefully shouldn't take too long but we will need to leave the village for a little bit.  It'll hopefully give you enough time to settle everything with the... boat." she adds trying to keep her little ruse regarding Mazyliak going.

"Anything I can help with?" Jullar asks excitedly.

"Errr... thank you for the offer but I think the five of us can manage well enough on our own.  If you want to work on getting the ship ready for the voyage though that would be very helpful!"  Evi replies doing her best to not worry the man with news of more potential dangers around the corner.  

Persuasion roll if necessary: 14 (Damn that's unfortunate)

Tender, conversely, seems pleased about the prospect of ship travel; she'd enjoyed it immensely the first time. Still, her excitement fades when Evi brings up the issue they'd encountered outside of town. "Oh! Yes, right, we should go...take care of that," she adds, glancing at Jullar. She didn't want to leave with the possibility of some sort of Knurath spy out there; it would likely be a repeat of Splintfork all over again, and they did not need to let that happen again. 

"Go get the boat ready," Kallista agrees, clapping Jullar lightly on the shoulder. "We'll find our own way to the docks once we're done."

"Ah, before we go," Orimdal says quietly to Jullar, "Might ya know if there would be someone I could attain a battleaxe from? And uh, perhaps if they're lookin' ta offload it fer cheap... or free?" The dwarf looks a little embarrassed to make such a request.

Jullar chuckles slightly. "The market stalls over there might have one. Look for the ones marked with the Smithing clan's mark." He then leaves to get the boat prepared.

"I'll go with you. I would never miss a chance to see the blacksmiths of this jungle." Fletcher offers.

"We might as well all go. The... other task is probably something we should handle as a group," Kallista suggests. "Besides, they might have some interesting wares."

"I wouldn't mind looking around," Tender agrees, her curiosity sparking again as she turns to look towards the market stalls. 

Orimdal makes his way around the market until he finds the stall marked with the blacksmiths' clan symbol. He greets the merchant by presenting his maker's mark symbolising his crafting clan, "Greetin's fellow artisan. How goes yer day thus far?"

"Oh, it hasn't been too bad. Business's been dwindling, of course. These magic-lovers don't like weapons and armor like the folks back in my town, but we make do with what we can." The merchant says with a smile. "What can I do for you?"