The man thinks for a moment considering Bjorn's words.

"That was an interesting metaphor. Not the best I've heard, and certainly not a pun, but you may pass."

The main lowers his arm and steps aside to allow you through to the gangplank. He then shouts up towards the ship.

"Hey! Fel'rekt!"

Suddenly a drow peers over the top of the galleon,

"What is it Krebbyg?"

"Some folks are here to see you."

"Well, let them through."

"I already have."

"Sir, we are completely aware that you are just performing your duty, which is to prevent any unauthorized individual to access the ship. We have no particular interest in going aboard, we are just here to retrieve a parcel from the aforementioned Fel'rekt Lafeen in behalf of a very well known logistics organization, the name of which, I'm afraid, is at Fel'rekt discretion himself to reveal in this case." Muharg nods with respect and rests his right hand on his belt's buckle.

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Shad stays in the center of the gangplank and moves up it as fast as he can. He tries to stay in the middle of the boat, away from the rails. "Fel’rekt Lafeen," he says, "We are here to pick up the item you wish delivered. Where is it? And do you have instructions so that we can see that it arrives safely?" 

Qinfaren nods to Krebbyg as he goes up the gangplank and on to the deck. He could have just waited on the docks, but he wasn't about to pass up the chance to step on to his first ship, even if it was tied up in port.

He runs his hands along gunwale as he slips his large frame up and looks around at everything going on. Shad appears to have discussions with Fel'rekt under control, so Qinfaren keeps his attention on the crew and Krebbyg. After their last customer challenged them to a fight he wonders if that's standard practice.

The way now clear, Bjorn elects to stay on the docks instead of following Shad and Qinfaren up the ganplank, and looks out across the lake. It had been awhile since he was last here and it always struck him how different it was from the mountain he called home, though they were less than a ten day away. Keeping an eye on the man who had stepped aside, Bjorn keeps a look out for any trouble.

Fel’rekt Lafeen greets Shad and Qinfaren as they board the ship with open arms.

"Welcome aboard the Heartbreaker," he then reaches inside his pocket and pulls out a small burlap package. "I have a small simple task to ask of you. You see our group's leader... that is the leader of the Bregan D’aerthe has gone on a secret mission, leaving myself in charge. However, even I know little of Jarlaxle's mission is. All I know is that he has gone somewhere close to Icewind Dale. I fear that he might need our help at some point on this mission of his. So I ask you to take this sending stone with you on the Icebreaker."

"You're asking that we take the sending stone, but will this Jarlaxle person be meeting the Icebreaker or should we go find him or her?" Shad says. "I'm sorry, I don't want to sound rude. Water makes me nervous," he whispers. He glances toward the rails, slightly worried that Qinfaren will fall over the into the water and drown while being attacked by a shark, but mostly worried that the expectation is that he be rescued. By Shad.

Muharg, noticing Shad's distress, approaches him a wispers. "Fret not my friend, I've spent years at the sea, I'm a very good swimmer. Besides, I've never seen anyone falling from a docked ship who was not drunk or being tossed overbord in a fight".

Qinfaren sees the nervous energy surrounding Shad and walks over.

"Take a deep breath and take in that air, man," Qinfaren starts. "Smell that salty air. Always take time to stop and take in what's around you."

He then goes back to the rail and leans out looking down at the water. Then he calls back over his shoulder.

"Do you sailor types ever fall in?"

"Been thrown overboard a handful of times during my sailing days. Sometimes a storm, sometimes a damn sea creature, sometimes a punch in the face... But got back up onboard eeevery single time" Says Muharg, and adjusts his belt with a proud expression.

Shad inhales through his nose and exhales out his mouth. "Thank you, Muharg," he says. "'I'm not drunk. There's not a fight." He hears Qinfaren. "And I'm not a sailor," he says. "I should be okay!" The deck rolls slightly. He inhales and exhales.

Fel’rekt studies the scene for a moment, "Wait, you are the ones going on the Icebreaker right? That's the arrangements I made with Lennart. I approached him the other day about getting this sending stone to Icewind Dale and he told me that the Icebreaker would be travelling that way later today. When you said you came to collect a package, I presumed you were from the Luskar Deliverers. And that you would part of the group heading north."

“Oh we are here on behalf of the Luskar Deliverers indeed, our appologies for the misunderstanding. We would just like to know how to proceed with your parcel once we get to Icewind Dale with the Ice Breaker. Should we find Jarlaxle ourselves and deliver it, or will he be coming to retrieve it from our facilities” Clarifies Muharg

"Well," Fel'rekt begins. "Jarlaxle is not expecting to receive this package. So someone will have to go looking for him. Though it will be down to Lennart as to who will be the ones to go looking for him. It seems that he did not explain this very well to you.

Anyway, here's your up front payment. Five gold pieces each."

Fel'rekt then pulls out a coin purse and offers it over along with the package.

“Thank you friend.” Nods as he grabs both items. “Regarding the details of this job, I guess Lenard likes to keep a bit of a mistery to keep us on guard”.

Then turns to the others abord and whispers. “My beard be damned, did we get any coin from the half orc?” Siffles

Shad nods his thanks to Fel'rekt and makes his way swiftly off the ship. "Hmm," he says. "Nothing shiny off the half-orc that I remember," he says. He looks toward the lighthouse, then back at the ship he's just left. "I hope the Icebreaker is big," he says to himself. "Big as an island."

"Rool's last words before passing out was something about a check being in the mail," Qinfaren interjects as he makes the gangplank bounce walking down it. "Is that money?"

He examines the five gold coins in his hand that he had just received. Then looks over at Shad.

"The ship we will sail on is a called Icebreaker? Does that mean we're going somewhere colder than here? "he asks. "I might be the size of Bjorn over there but I don't really enjoy icy weather as much his kind."

He looks over at the lighthouse.

"After we find the spider could you take me somewhere to get warm clothes like you have?" he asks Shad.

"Oh the weather up in Icewind Dale is waaay colder than here friend!" Says with a smirk.

"About the upfront payment from the orc I guess we're good then, so I'd say off to the lighthouse we go". Adjusts his belt and starts walking up the street towards the closest bridge leading to the lighthouse.