Mini-RPT: A Look from Lookout Rock Log

Since everyone's had a chance to talk about this ICly by this point, here is the log from the event!

Obviously this is from the perspective of Prince Demetrius, expedition leader extraordinaire..... or something.

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5 Hostus 797, Allday
5 Alkhila, Alharat's Day
(5 January, Sunday)

[St Loomis, Merchant's Pier]
As the coastline executes a gentle curve west and northeast, this pier extends south over the blue-grey water of the harbor, leaving space for the port's more substantial vessels to dock to the east. The massive pilings support planking that is not only very sturdy but as wide as the streets of St Loomis itself. This impressive construction facilitates the passage of the heavy wagons and more agile handcarts, as well as numerous porters, whose job it is to load and transport the wide assortment of goods traveling to and from Ensor by mercantile ships.
A sturdy gloamwood rowboat is near the westward direction.
Also here are a rosy-fair-skinned hoodlum and a giant scrapper. Marcella is here.
The sunlit day is pleasantly mild.
Cardinal Exits: north, east (water), west (water), and south (water)

You have emoted: Demetrius tells Marcella with a quiet scoff, "And they were all so certain one could not possibly have decent weather for boating in Hostus. What nonsense." [in Cateni]

Marcella grips a sturdy gloamwood rowboat firmly in one hand, ready to start dragging.

Marcella goes to stand near the southward direction, bringing a sturdy gloamwood rowboat.

Marcella drops a sturdy gloamwood rowboat near the southward direction.

The sky is a beautiful shade of powder blue, unmarked by a single cloud.

Marcella frowns down at a sturdy gloamwood rowboat, then over at you, and from there out over the bay itself.

You have emoted: Demetrius also regards a sturdy gloamwood rowboat for a moment, folding his arms across his chest. "All that we need is for the mate from the unfortunate Dolphin to appear, and we shall be well set for this little expedition."

Pursing your lips lightly, you say, "Regardless of whether anyone else wishes to join it, which I did not require in the first place."

You go to stand near the southward direction, joining Marcella.

Ighlaf the Painter walks over from the north.

(At the southward direction): You mutter, "If that wretch does not show, however, I will roust him out from whatever verminous depths he resides in and have him flayed." [in Cateni]

Marcella slants you a faintly ironical look before her gaze snaps sharply towards Ighlaf the Painter. She draws herself up fluidly and watches the newcomer with a hawklike stare.

Marcella seems to be keeping an eye on Ighlaf the Painter.

Mild breezes meander about, gentle beneath pure blue skies.

Ighlaf the Painter pauses in their walk as they step onto the pier, giving a slight bow. "Good afternoon." [in Ruvic with a muted countertenor]

You have emoted: Demetrius turns from his regard of the bay to also look towards Ighlaf the Painter, though his own reaction is rather less hostile looking. He offers a polite, "Maestro," [in Ruvic] to Ighlaf the Painter in greeting, then asks, "Have you come to see us set off? Or do you have an interest in accompanying this little expedition?" [in Ruvic]

Ighlaf the Painter regards Marcella patiently a moment, then answers you, "A portion of both. I was uncertain how many the rowboat may hold." [in Ruvic]

With a short glance back to a sturdy gloamwood rowboat, you say, "Oh, six or seven, I dare say. So I imagine there will be room enough for you, should you wish to make the trip." [in Ruvic]

Marcella regards Ighlaf the Painter right back, unwaveringly. At least her hand remains well away from her rapier, though.

The sky is a beautiful shade of powder blue, unmarked by a single cloud.

You look up at the sky.

Ighlaf the Painter dips their head at that answer, "Then my answer would be going alongside. I believe a few others were interested as well." [in Ruvic]

You have emoted: Demetrius squints up into the sunny blue sky. "Indeed. At least one of your fellow Dolphins expressed an interest - Ziyad the scholar. It is possible the blacksmith fellow may wish to come along as well." [in Ruvic]

You have emoted: Demetrius gives a faint wry smile. "Although he expressed a rather more subdued interest in adventure than the scholar did." [in Ruvic]

Marcella shifts her weight slightly as she allows her gaze to drift aside from Ighlaf the Painter and scan the approach from the docks instead.

Marcella begins to watch the general direction of northward.

The sun shines down from the blue firmament, lending the day a pleasant mildness.

Ighlaf the Painter murmurs, "Both, I believe." [in Ruvic] their gaze settling onto the sky a moment then back, their lips twitching a moment. "Although we have two blacksmith fellows." [in Ruvic]

You have emoted: Demetrius raises his eyebrows at Ighlaf the Painter. "Do you? I'm afraid I have only met the one. Yasin." [in Ruvic] He flicks a glance in the same direction as Marcella, a faint frown touching his mouth.

Ighlaf the Painter stands a little more relaxed after some moments, cradling a teacup they aren't drinking from. "I'm uncertain if Otty was commented on, or interested in it as well." [in Ruvic]

Ighlaf the Painter murmurs after, "I brought a set of rope to perhaps make the climb safer. Not much handholds going up the view." [in Ruvic]

Deep blue above and shading to soft cornflower at the horizons, the sky is as beautiful as the day itself.

You have emoted: Demetrius comments somewhat distractedly, "Otty Smythe is not a Dolphin, however, and I was speaking only of them." [in Ruvic] He gives a flicker of a glance back to Ighlaf the Painter. "Ah, that is excellent. Marcella has a rope as well, but there can never be too many ropes when one is set upon an expedition." [in Ruvic]

Marcella's eyes narrow just a touch.

Marcella stares north up towards the docks, rather flatly and coolly.

Ighlaf the Painter gives a slight nod then follows the gaze northwards a moment.

Ighlaf the Painter begins to watch the general direction of northward.

You have emoted: Demetrius shifts his eyes over to Marcella, then follows her look to gaze off northwards. "Ah. And there are those other two, right now." [in Ruvic]

Scholar Ziyad walks over from the north.

Yasin the Blacksmith walks over from the north, with heavy footfalls.

Ighlaf the Painter steps aside slightly to make room where they are standing, "Good afternoon." [in Ruvic]

Marcella's fingers give a graceful little wiggle, as if she were giving them a bit of exercise on this fine afternoon. But her hand remains at her side.

Scholar Ziyad walks companionably by Yasin the Blacksmith's side as he steps onto the pier, warm black leather winter boots clomping sofly on the sturdy planking. He stops by Ighlaf the Painter to sketch a bow to the already gathered good. "Good afternoon," [in Ruvic] he greets warmly.

Yasin the Blacksmith nods his had in greeting as he gets within a more appropriate conversational range of those on the merchant's pier. "Good afternoon, Your Grace," [in Ruvic] he says to you. He nods his head to Marcella as well, saying, "Good afternoon," [in Ruvic] and then turning his gaze towards Ighlaf the Painter with a smile.

Yasin the Blacksmith follows Scholar Ziyad over to stand near Ighlaf the Painter, a little cluster of the foreigners now.

Ighlaf the Painter flickers a glance to Yasin the Blacksmith's hands a moment, then holds out a small clay teacup. "Given room aboard the rowboat, I decided I would join. The weather is cooperative." [in Ruvic]

Not so much as a speck of cloud hangs in the mild air, the pure open skies spreading out boundlessly over the dockyards.

Ighlaf the Painter offers a small clay teacup to Yasin the Blacksmith.

You have emoted: "Good afternoon, Signores," [in Ruvic] Demetrius greets Scholar Ziyad and Yasin the Blacksmith in return. "You see it is in fact a fine day indeed, despite what all and sundry have had to say of Hostus and its cruel sleet storms and wretchedly frigid winds." [in Ruvic] He sounds pleased with this.

(At the general area): Yasin the Blacksmith looks down and realizes he's still holding a mostly consumed crispy sambusak. He gives a little 'oops', then plops it into his mouth while being offered a teacup from Ighlaf the Painter. He accepts, and chews, nodding his head.

Yasin the Blacksmith accepts a small clay teacup from Ighlaf the Painter.

Yasin the Blacksmith eats some of a mostly consumed crispy sambusak.
a mostly consumed crispy sambusak is finished.

Ighlaf the Painter sniffs the air and looks skyward...

Scholar Ziyad looks up at the sky.

"It is surprisingly mild out." [in Ruvic] Yasin the Blacksmith says in agreement with you, sounding pleased. He takes a glance towards Ighlaf the Painter as they look skyward.

Scholar Ziyad rubs his chin while he peers up at the sky. "With the Dreamer's blessings, the weather will stay suitably pleasant and calm until the expedition is complete." [in Ruvic]

Ighlaf the Painter casts a glance to the horizon, "Some clouds venturing towards us, but I appreciate no sleet." [in Ruvic] smiling a moment.

You have emoted: Some measure of that expression slips from his face as Demetrius glances off towards the docks again, his brows drawing down a touch. "And now... all we need is our rower. Who evidently is conducting his affairs according to a different passage of the hours than the rest of us." [in Ruvic]

(At the general area): Yasin the Blacksmith gives a smile to Scholar Ziyad, though it isn't until Ighlaf the Painter's examination of the weather that Yasin the Blacksmith seems to relax. He raises a small clay teacup towards Ighlaf the Painter in thanks and says, "Gl-d --- d-c-d-d t- j--n -s." [in Ruvic]

Yasin the Blacksmith looks back to you at the commentary on the rower, and he looks curious, perhaps wondering who the rower is. So... he asks. "And who is the rower, Your Grace? A local, or one of our former crew?" [in Ruvic]

Ighlaf the Painter begins to make an amused sound at that wording from you, turning into a cough. They murmur, "Hopefully they arrive shortly." [in Ruvic] then looks to Yasin the Blacksmith, "Thank you." [in Ruvic]

Scholar Ziyad also relaxes at Ighlaf the Painter's weather prediction, but his brows furrow when he follows your gaze towards the docks. "It would be difficult to travel out there without someone who can row the boat safely..." [in Ruvic]

Yasin the Blacksmith begins to watch the general direction of northward.

The sky is a beautiful shade of powder blue, unmarked by a single cloud.

"I can row poorly." [in Ruvic] Yasin the Blacksmith offers to Scholar Ziyad with a slight smile. "But I would not trust myself to get us there safely. All I am is a pair of extra arms, if needed in a pinch." [in Ruvic]

You have emoted: Demetrius answers Yasin the Blacksmith, "One of your former crew. Around the docks the rowing exploits of the first mate of the Dolphin are become a thing of legend, following the last expedition out to the Rocks. And so I undertook to procure his services for the journey out.." [in Ruvic]

Ighlaf the Painter casts a glance to Scholar Ziyad, "I can row, but it would take me the entire day given my...efforts the last go around." [in Ruvic] they clasp their bicep a moment with a faint rueful sigh. "Learning from someone does not give muscle." [in Ruvic]

You have emoted: Demetrius's arms tighten fractionally across his chest, and his eyes narrow. "And yet, it is beginning to seem that they will remain in the realm of legend." [in Ruvic]

Yasin the Blacksmith gets a look of understanding at your answer, then nods his head, offering no disagreement as to the reputation. But he frowns in concern at the lack of said rower, his eyes then turning to scan the docks.

Scholar Ziyad glances between Yasin the Blacksmith and Ighlaf the Painter, then down at himself and shrugs his shoulders helplessly. "I cannot say I've even rowed a boat before..." [in Ruvic] he murmurs before raising his voice slightly. "If it is Sayyid Tekra that you speak of, it might be that he is still trying to make his way from Plew to Saint Loomis, Your Grace. That's where he was generally staying last I recall." [in Ruvic]

You have emoted: Demetrius half-stifles a sigh as he scans the docks, his gaze sliding off to the side in what looks to be some measure of exasperation. "Well, among the lot of us, surely we can manage to push a rowboat across a placid sea given a sufficiently fit assortment of arms." [in Ruvic]

Mischievous shapeshifters of clouds blow into the blue sky above, their forms ever changing as they dance across the arc of the heavens.

Yasin the Blacksmith gives a small smile to Ighlaf the Painter's clasp of their bicep, and says, "I may be stronger, but it is more about technique than pure strength." [in Ruvic] He then nods his had slowly as he listens to Scholar Ziyad, then you afterwards. "It can be exhausting work, Your Grace. We would go faster with one experienced, for otherwise we will need to take breaks." [in Ruvic] He pauses, then says, "But I will certainly lend my arms to the cause, inexperienced though they may be at rowing." [in Ruvic]

Ighlaf the Painter gives a smile to Scholar Ziyad then Yasin the Blacksmith. "More so getting tired quickly doing so, but rotating...may preserve us against that exhaustion." [in Ruvic]

You have emoted: Demetrius says with a frown up at the sky, "We cannot rely on such favor from the weather every day. The townsfolk are certainly correct in that much." [in Ruvic]

(At the southward direction): You have emoted: Demetrius An edge creeping into his voice, he mutters, "And I will not wait any longer than today." [in Ruvic]

Yasin the Blacksmith nods to Ighlaf the Painter. "Rotating would be the way of it. I agree." [in Ruvic] He eyes you afterwards, nodding slowly, then looking up at the sky afterwards.

Yasin the Blacksmith observes the sky.

"...This is perfect weather for the trip." [in Ruvic] Yasin the Blacksmith admits, looking up briefly, then letting out a small sigh.

Wisps of cloud trail across the sky, cottony white on azure.

Yasin the Blacksmith departs.

Yasin the Blacksmith arrives.

Scholar Ziyad worries on his lower lip and frowns up at the sigh. "That -is- true. What a conundrum... either having favorable weather or favorable personnel on board..." [in Ruvic]

You have emoted: Demetrius claps his hands together abruptly and declares, "Rotation it is, then! If we delay any longer, we risk the loss of the day before we are even done with our trip." [in Ruvic] Making a quiet noise in the back of his throat, he turns to a sturdy gloamwood rowboat.

Exhales a small breath that might express her own lack of pleasure with the situation, Marcella nevertheless also turns to the boat and steps down into it without any further delay.

Marcella goes to sit in a sturdy gloamwood rowboat.

You go to sit in a sturdy gloamwood rowboat, joining Marcella.

Yasin the Blacksmith dips his head to you, a slightly apprehensive look to the young man. But he verbalizes no disagreement -- he gives a quick look to Ighlaf the Painter and Scholar Ziyad, then begins to come aboard.

Yasin the Blacksmith goes to sit in a sturdy gloamwood rowboat, joining you and Marcella.

Ighlaf the Painter listens quietly for several moment, then turns their gaze to a sturdy gloamwood rowboat with a slow nod. "I can't imagine the weather cooperating another day." [in Ruvic]

Ighlaf the Painter goes to stand upon a sturdy gloamwood rowboat, joining a small crowd.

Yasin the Blacksmith looks down at a small clay teacup and perhaps decides he'd better drink it now, so he downs the thing in a few, extended sips. (Consumption)

The contents of a small clay teacup have been finished.

You have emoted: Demetrius settles himself smoothly into the boat as he takes a seat, though he casts a look back up at the docks as he does so. "Nobody else need trouble themselves for this journey if they find the prospect of a slow row too disagreeable.." [in Ruvic]

Yasin the Blacksmith sets a small clay teacup aside.

Yasin the Blacksmith closes the riveted strap of a heavy, soot-stained leather apron.

Marcella takes out a heavy oaken oar from a sturdy gloamwood rowboat.

Marcella shifts her grip and brandishes a heavy oaken oar in her fist.

Scholar Ziyad blows out a long breath, but slowly follows Ighlaf the Painter and Yasin the Blacksmith after they've already gotten onto the rowboat. He's noticeably more ginger in the way that he steps onto it.

Scholar Ziyad goes to sit on a sturdy gloamwood rowboat, joining a small crowd.

Ighlaf the Painter takes a seat in the rowboat and simply states, "I will going along." [in Ruvic]

Ighlaf the Painter sits down near the southward direction.

Shadows glide across the surroundings, heralding the gentle advance of clouds across the sky.

Ighlaf the Painter sniffs the air and looks skyward...

Marcella takes the oar in hand with a somewhat grim yet decisive air, fitting it very carefully into the lock and giving it an experimental waggle.

Yasin the Blacksmith finds a spot upon the rowboat to take a seat. He looks briefly to Scholar Ziyad and Ighlaf the Painter, then nods as they come aboard, and offers them both a reassuring smile.

"We should establish an order," [in Ruvic] Yasin the Blacksmith suggests. "For the rotation. And... a backup spotter?" [in Ruvic]

Ighlaf the Painter goes to sit on a sturdy gloamwood rowboat, joining a small crowd.

You have emoted: Looking somewhat critically among all those assembled in the boat, Demetrius observes, "It seems Marcella and Signor Yasin here are likely to be our best rowers... Marcella is as strong as an aurochs, but as the signor as pointed out astutely, none of us have the technique of a true sailor." [in Ruvic]

"Yes, I have no experience with boats or navigation, so I shall take whatever tasks and directions you deem suitable," [in Ruvic] Scholar Ziyad informs you while rubbing sheepishly at the back of his neck.

Ighlaf the Painter dips their head in agreement, "I can manage a small portion as I did the last time." [in Ruvic]

You say, "If we begin with Marcella, we may shift over to Signor Yasin when she tires, then to the Maestro, and then back to Marcella again. Signor Ziyad may keep a keen eye out for rocks, and any who have traveled this way before can assist in keeping us on course." [in Ruvic]

You have emoted: Demetrius adds dryly, "We will likely be proceeding at a sedate enough pace that we will have ample time to correct ourselves." [in Ruvic]

Yasin the Blacksmith listens as the group voices their suggestions, then nods his head to you. "That seems a good plan, Your Grace. The Maestro," [in Ruvic] he cannot help but smile slightly at the term, "And I, have gone this way once before." [in Ruvic]

Scholar Ziyad nods his head agreeable and straightens his back while lifting his chin, taking on a firmer posture to convey how seriously he's taking the assignment.

Fluffy clouds congregate in the soft expanse of the sky, casting fleeting shadows across the docks.

You have emoted: Demetrius nods slightly to Yasin the Blacksmith. "Very good, then. I shall rely on the keen eyes and keen memories of you all, as well as your strength." [in Ruvic]

Ighlaf the Painter huffs a small amused sound then adds, "Sedate means we have time to look towards any rocks. Some portions were best to be avoided from the previous time I ventured with." [in Ruvic]

You have emoted: Demetrius nods crisply to Marcella and tells her, "Let us push off, Marcella!" [in Ruvic]

Marcella nods back and sets both hands to the oar.

Marcella rows towards the southward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat is propelled across the water to the southward direction.

Yasin the Blacksmith nods back to you, then grimaces at Ighlaf the Painter's words. "Yes. There was one tricky section, as I recall..." [in Ruvic] He frowns, then holds a hand against the side of the boat as they begin to push off. He squints, as though trying to remember.

Marcella rows towards the westward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat is propelled across the water to the westward direction.

Ighlaf the Painter nods to Yasin the Blacksmith, "I may recall better once there, but yes..." [in Ruvic]

Scholar Ziyad sucks in a deep breath through flared nostrils and the fingers of his right hand finds the end of a piece of wood sticking out from a mahogany suede mizuda, which he briefly touches almost as if for comfort. Then, he firmly grips the bench that he's seated on for support with both hands while he casts his eyes out over the surrounding water.

Marcella rows towards the westward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat glides across the water's surface to the westward direction.

You have emoted: Demetrius shifts his weight in the boat, maintaining his balance with ease even if a faint frown creases his brow as he gazes off across the water.

Yasin the Blacksmith continues to hold onto the side of the boat he's seated at, showing an unfamiliarity with the rocking of the boat, but a growing comfort as they set off.

You are a scarred cornea of the left eye.

You have emoted: Demetrius looks rather critically towards Marcella before asking her, rather politely, "Do you not believe we ought to be going in the -other- direction?" [in Ruvic]

Casting fleeting shadows across the docks, fluffy clouds congregate in the soft expanse of the sky.

Yasin the Blacksmith looks to you, blinking at the question. He gestures to the west and says, "This is the way we took last, Your Grace." [in Ruvic] He looks to Ighlaf the Painter, for confirmation.

Marcella had been just about to give another solid shove of the oar, but then she blinks back over to you. Casting a glance around, her mouth pulls down into a somewhat sour expression.

Ighlaf the Painter nods to Yasin the Blacksmith, "Yes, westward, then southwest. Eastward is terribly rocky that I'm uncertain there is a route." [in Ruvic]

Scholar Ziyad keeps a firm grip on the bench, grunting softly in discomfort whenever waves rock the boat. This seems to be easing slightly each time the boat bobs in the water. His reddish-gold eyes flick from face to face, seemingly at a loss regarding the topic at hand.

You have emoted: Demetrius looks somewhat uncertain of this, but then nods slowly. "Very good, then.." [in Ruvic]

Marcella gazes upward to the heavens and begins rowing again.

Marcella rows towards the northwestward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat glides on to the northwestward direction.

Marcella rows towards the westward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat glides across the water's surface to the westward direction.

Yasin the Blacksmith nods to Ighlaf the Painter. He says to the group, "West to the sea cliffs, along the beach, then due south to make straight for the isle. There's rocks once we get closer in that direction, so that is when we must particularly be on the lookout." [in Ruvic]

You have emoted: Demetrius muses, "I suppose the key is to stay close to the piers, until-- yes." [in Ruvic] He nods over to Yasin the Blacksmith, looking somewhat reassured again. "The shoals and currents are very tricksome here, so the charts showing the routes through the bay are all a mess of swirls and zigzags here and there." [in Ruvic]

Marcella rows towards the westward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat is propelled across the water to the westward direction.

Ighlaf the Painter gives a nod of agreement and addds, "There is a portion where we have a choice of directions, and said zigzags go around those rocks I imagine." [in Ruvic]

Marcella looks more disgruntled than ever as she allows the boat to glide, then loosens her grip on the oar.

Marcella shifts a heavy oaken oar from her fist, now simply holding it.

Marcella offers a heavy oaken oar to Yasin the Blacksmith.

Yasin the Blacksmith accepts a heavy oaken oar from Marcella.

Marcella hands the oar over without any further word -- naturally. She only gives him an expectant look that seems to say it's his turn now.

Scholar Ziyad gives Yasin the Blacksmith an encouraging look when the oar's passed over.

Happy little clouds play a neverending game of tag in the sky.

Yasin the Blacksmith listens to the conversation between you and Ighlaf the Painter, nodding, and then is being handed an oar. He dips his head to Marcella, and then shifts in his seat, holding the oar in a tight grip. He ensures its still tightly fit into the lock, then nods again, as though to himself, and begins to push off.

Yasin the Blacksmith shifts his grip and brandishes a heavy oaken oar in his fist.

Yasin the Blacksmith rows towards the westward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat glides across the water's surface to the westward direction.

As the boat leaves the piers behind, Yasin the Blacksmith begins to guide the boat in a steady direction southwest.

Yasin the Blacksmith rows towards the southwestward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat is propelled across the water to the southwestward direction.

Scholar Ziyad lifts momentarily off his seat to peer out into the water, but sits down almost immediately when the rocking of the boat has him wavering unsteadily on his feet.

Yasin the Blacksmith pauses briefly in his rowing to confirm Scholar Ziyad's not about to tip over, then gives a reassuring nod and continues rowing straight ahead.

Scholar Ziyad clears his throat softly and asks tentatively, "What are the chances of there being sharks in the water during this time of the year?" [in Ruvic]

Yasin the Blacksmith rows towards the southwestward direction.

You have emoted: Demetrius casts a wry look towards Scholar Ziyad and tells him gently, "Careful, scholar... We do not need any expedition casualties before we have even gotten ourselves fairly away from the shore." [in Ruvic]

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat is propelled across the water to the southwestward direction.

It is with great exertion and clearly more strength than a skilled sailor would need that Yasin the Blacksmith guides the boat on its continued course. He mutters something under his breath about, "...one more lesson..." [in Ruvic] but carries on after a brief moment to roll his shoulders. He perhaps pointedly ignores Scholar Ziyad's question about sharks.

You have emoted: Demetrius considers this question for a moment, then answers, "That sounds like an excellent question for a local fisherman, and one we are likely just as well pleased not to have an answer for at present." [in Ruvic]

Yasin the Blacksmith rows towards the southwestward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat glides on to the southwestward direction.

Ighlaf the Painter flicks a glance to Scholar Ziyad, "I've stood in the shallows many times over. I can not ever recall seeing one in the distance. Alongside Inaya floating in the deeper portions with no alarm." [in Ruvic]

Scholar Ziyad nods his head wryly at you and then at Ighlaf the Painter with greater comfort, but seemingly still can't help peering suspiciously down into the waters directly underneath the boat for a moment. He slowly returns to panning his gaze over a wider area.

Most of the clouds glide off on a suddenly chilly breeze, leaving only a few stragglers to wander coldly through the empty blue arc of the sky.

Yasin the Blacksmith pauses to roll his shoulders again, looking tired, but presses on.

Yasin the Blacksmith rows towards the southwestward direction.

Ighlaf the Painter sniffs the air and looks skyward...

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat floats to the southwestward direction.

Marcella watches Yasin the Blacksmith somewhat critically, though she seems to be finding some interest in observing his technique. She frowns vaguely at the sudden chilly breeze that springs up, but otherwise ignores that.

Yasin the Blacksmith manages to get them that further distance, then releases his grip on the oar, looking completely spent. He shakes his head, and murmurs, "Need a break..." [in Ruvic]

Yasin the Blacksmith shifts a heavy oaken oar from his fist, now simply holding it.

Yasin the Blacksmith eyes Ighlaf the Painter, a questioning look as he hands over a heavy oaken oar.

Yasin the Blacksmith offers a heavy oaken oar to Ighlaf the Painter.

Ighlaf the Painter reaches out for the oars from Yasin the Blacksmith with a nod.

Ighlaf the Painter accepts a heavy oaken oar from Yasin the Blacksmith.

Ighlaf the Painter shifts their grip and brandishes a heavy oaken oar in their fist.

Ighlaf the Painter settles the oards in their hands, and takes a deep breath before beginning to move their arms.

Ighlaf the Painter rows towards the southwestward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat floats to the southwestward direction.

Ighlaf the Painter rows towards the southwestward direction.

You have emoted: Demetrius gives Yasin the Blacksmith an encouraging nod. "That's excellent, signor." [in Ruvic] With a glance to Ighlaf the Painter he adds, "Let us not any of us push ourselves to exhaustion. We have a good while of daylight yet." [in Ruvic]

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat glides on to the southwestward direction.

Yasin the Blacksmith gives a weary nod of his head to you, offering a small smile, though his attention seems now to be focused on Ighlaf the Painter, attentive. "Good advice," [in Ruvic] he murmurs. "Don't push yourself more than is needed." [in Ruvic]

Scholar Ziyad shivers and draws a simple grey wool cloak tighter around him. He once again lifts off his seat slightly at the sight of something in the distance, slightly steadier this time due to not fully standing. Similarly, he settles back down with less of a disruption, able to plant his weight on the bench in a measured manner.

Ighlaf the Painter rows with lacking fluidity in their motions, then settles back with the oars with a rueful look. "Then...I'm afraid my arms allowed me that distance." [in Ruvic] their words out of breath.

You have emoted: Despite the clear inadequacies and very possible risks of this little journey, Demetrius raises his head higher at that fresh crisp breeze of the sea, and breathes deeply of the briny air as if it were a pleasant thing.

"You did very well," [in Ruvic] Scholar Ziyad soothes Ighlaf the Painter in an encouraging voice. "Certainly much better than I could have." [in Ruvic]

A chilly breeze scatters the clouds overhead, sending shadows racing.

Marcella holds her hand out for the oar with an impassive look.

Ighlaf the Painter offers a heavy oaken oar to Marcella.

Yasin the Blacksmith gives a reassuring nod to Ighlaf the Painter. "Very well," [in Ruvic] He says in agreement with Scholar Ziyad. He looks still to be breathless himself, and dead tired, now slumped some in his seat on the boat. He suggests, "Then we take a rest before going again--" [in Ruvic] but looks surprised when Marcella reaches for the oar anyway.

Marcella accepts a heavy oaken oar from Ighlaf the Painter.

Ighlaf the Painter flickers a smile to Scholar Ziyad, "Thank you." [in Ruvic]

Marcella shifts her grip and brandishes a heavy oaken oar in her fist.

Marcella casts a wary eye across the water as she takes the oar up and begins to row again.

You have emoted: Demetrius agrees, "Every stroke brings us closer to our destination." [in Ruvic]

Marcella rows towards the westward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat floats to the westward direction.

Marcella rows towards the southwestward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat is propelled across the water to the southwestward direction.

Marcella rows towards the westward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat glides on to the westward direction.

Marcella rows towards the southwestward direction.

Yasin the Blacksmith looks plainly impressed as he watches Marcella continue rowing, despite her weary state. Now it is his turn to observe Marcella's technique, nodding his head slowly.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat floats to the southwestward direction.

Ighlaf the Painter is quietly regaining their breath as the rowing continues with their own impressed expression.

Scholar Ziyad peers almost longingly back towards the pebbly bit of beach, but turns his gaze southwards towards the water and jagged rocks after that one look.

Ighlaf the Painter seems distracted by something to the north a moment before their gaze settles in the direction of the rowing.

If not an expert, Marcella does at least wield her oar with as much grace as a landlubber can muster, and you seems to be right about her strength at least. She definitely doesn't seem at home upon the waves, but she keeps her mouth set and her back in her stroke, and continues on.

The sunlight dims as a cold bank of clouds begins to creep across the sky.

Marcella rows towards the southward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat glides across the water's surface to the southward direction.

Yasin the Blacksmith follows Scholar Ziyad's and Ighlaf the Painter's gaze towards the beach for a moment, but as they begin to push out to open waters, he looks more energized and alert. He frowns thoughtfully.

Ighlaf the Painter ticks a glance, "I believe south was the first rocky portion." [in Ruvic]

Marcella rows towards the southeastward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat glides on to the southeastward direction.

Marcella nods seriously to Ighlaf the Painter as she plies them away from the rocky perils -- for now at least.

"I'm rather glad that we're not in a bigger boat. No wonder the Dolphin met its fate this is area..." [in Ruvic] Scholar Ziyad mutters softly.

Yasin the Blacksmith gives a nod of agreement to Ighlaf the Painter and an appreciative look to Marcella's rowing *away* from the rocky towers to the west.

Ighlaf the Painter gives a nod back as they look westward, "Can see them even better from here." [in Ruvic] their eyes widening a moment.

You have emoted: Demetrius murmurs, "Indeed," [in Ruvic] as he too eyes the waves and the sea stacks with a caution touched by fascination.

Ighlaf the Painter nods at Scholar Ziyad.

Marcella rows towards the southward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat glides on to the southward direction.

Marcella rows towards the southwestward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat is propelled across the water to the southwestward direction.

Marcella rows towards the southeastward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat is propelled across the water to the southeastward direction.

Marcella is looking ever less pleased the further they go, though this sentiment is expressed mostly in the hint of tightness in her lips and an even more muted strain in her eyes.

Yasin the Blacksmith is still looking tired, but not quite as dead exhausted, but he watches Marcella power through the rowing with widened eyes, as he periodically glances ahead at their direction.

Striations of pale grey lighten the leaden mass of clouds.

Scholar Ziyad shades his eyes from the sun overhead while he keeps scanning the surrounding water of any hint of obstacles. He also touches the bit of wood poking from a mahogany suede mizuda once again for comfort.

Ighlaf the Painter sniffs the air and looks skyward...

Marcella rows towards the southeastward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat is propelled across the water to the southeastward direction.

Ighlaf the Painter eyes those distant clouds as they rest, frowning a moment. They murmur, "Fog." [in Ruvic]

Yasin the Blacksmith frowns at Ighlaf the Painter's singularly-uttered word, but nods his head. "That will harm visibility." [in Ruvic]

Marcella rows towards the southwestward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat glides across the water's surface to the southwestward direction.

Marcella is going slowly enough now that this is probably helping to conserve her strength, though one gets the troubling feeling this isn't the real reason she's doing it. She eyes the coral very cautiously, as if sizing up a formidable foe.

Marcella rows towards the southward direction.

"I see a... reef, that way." [in Ruvic] Yasin the Blacksmith murmurs. "But it is vast, and I don't see a way around it." [in Ruvic]

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat glides across the water's surface to the southward direction.

Ighlaf the Painter nods back to Yasin the Blacksmith, "Yes, and colder alongside without the sun shining on us." [in Ruvic] they eye the coral very cautiously with some curiousity.

Shifts a mahogany suede mizuda so that it's clamped tightly between his side and his right arm. "We'd need to be very careful not to scrape the bottom of the boat on the coral," [in Ruvic] Scholar Ziyad says, nodding to Yasin the Blacksmith.

You have emoted: Demetrius comments with a meticulous glance over Marcella, "Well, perhaps cooler may be better somewhat for those rowing." [in Ruvic]

Yasin the Blacksmith relaxes as Marcella guides the rowboat over the large reef, and he smiles. He even pauses to look over the side of the boat, though he does so gingerly, as though not to disturb the weight. "...Beautiful, isn't it?" [in Ruvic] He asks, no one in particular.

Marcella rows towards the southwestward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat is propelled across the water to the southwestward direction.

Marcella rows towards the southward direction.

(At a sturdy gloamwood rowboat): You murmur, "It is truly a sight to behold..." [in Ruvic]

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat floats to the southward direction.

Ighlaf the Painter stares at one of the fish swimming by and murmurs to Yasin the Blacksmith, "I feel a desire to fish there too." [in Ruvic]

(At a sturdy gloamwood rowboat): Yasin the Blacksmith chuckles briefly and quietly to Ighlaf the Painter.

Marcella rows towards the southeastward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat glides across the water's surface to the southeastward direction.

A featureless mass of clouds stretches coldly across the skies as far as the eye can see.

It's possible even Marcella is beginning to get genuinely tired again, but she keeps pushing herself onwards with a dogged air, as if drawing on some reserve of stubborn resolve to power through.

Yasin the Blacksmith then turns his attention back to the rowing-powerhouse that is Marcella, and their direction. "We're close now," [in Ruvic] he remarks, impressed. "If I recall..." [in Ruvic] He looks to Ighlaf the Painter. "We went around the eastern side of the isle for a good landing point, yes?" [in Ruvic]

"If only it isn't so dangerous to come out here often. I'd like to sketch some of what I see," [in Ruvic] Scholar Ziyad tells Ighlaf the Painter while peering over the edge of the boat. He sighs when the reef falls behind, but sits up straighter at the sight of the distant rock.

You have emoted: Demetrius's gaze seems filled up with the sight of the oncoming island, but then he collects himself and pulls his gaze over to Yasin the Blacksmith. "We must stay away from the coast for a little further, then?" [in Ruvic]

Marcella rows towards the southeastward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat glides across the water's surface to the southeastward direction.

(At a sturdy gloamwood rowboat): Ighlaf the Painter grins faintly a moment then looks to be thinking at Yasin the Blacksmith's words. "Yes, we did go eastward where there is a portion safer and shallower, a small portion of beach." [in Ruvic]

Yasin the Blacksmith looks to you, and says, "Not for long, Your Grace." [in Ruvic] He points in the direction Marcella is already rowing, then turns his gesture further eastward. "I believe there was a beach, that way." [in Ruvic] He gestures to the dark cliffs. "Nowhere to uh... port, on the other sides of the rock." [in Ruvic]

Marcella rows towards the southeastward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat glides on to the southeastward direction.

Yasin the Blacksmith nods to Ighlaf the Painter's words. "Exactly that." [in Ruvic]

Marcella rows towards the eastward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat glides across the water's surface to the eastward direction.

Ighlaf the Painter considers a moment, "I think there was a route all around it, but I know we didn't scrap rocks this way." [in Ruvic]

You have emoted: Demetrius nods slowly as his gaze already drifts away from Yasin the Blacksmith and back towards the island and its stony shore. He leans forward a little, not enough to unsettle the boat, but with a touch of eagerness nevertheless.

Marcella rows towards the southeastward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat floats to the southeastward direction.

A glistening mist seeps into the air, cold and clinging.

Yasin the Blacksmith nods as he sees the inlet to the south, but then gasps despite himself as he spies the charred remnants of the ship that's there.

Marcella's eyes narrow with an extremity of concentration and near-fanatical resolve as she works wearily at the oar, guiding them closer in.

Marcella rows towards the southeastward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat glides across the water's surface to the southeastward direction.

You peer west...
[Northwestern Adelantean Sea, Lookout Rock, A Craggy Inlet]
A wall of sheer rock towers westward over this stony patch of beach, but is softened by a slanting approach that allows for a climb towards the northwest and southwest. Toothy crags slash out into the sea and claw into the sky from either side, but the extending sandbar below reaches eastward and makes for a shallower tide upon the island than the dark underwater drops to the north and south.
The charred remnants of a shipwreck thrust wet and blackened spars against the sky.
Fog glistens in the freezing cold daylight.
Cardinal Exits: south (water), northwest, southwest, north (water), and east (water)

Marcella rows towards the westward direction.

Scholar Ziyad furrows his brows and lifts a hand to point, "Those must be the remains of the Dolphin... I knew there was a fire, but I didn't realize it was -that- bad..." [in Ruvic]

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat bumps up against the shore.

Ighlaf the Painter takes a deep breath, grimacing a moment as they look from the fog to those charred remnants.

Scholar Ziyad looks up at the sky.

Yasin the Blacksmith looks to Marcella as she guides them into the shallow waters, then the inlet that follows. "...That was exceptional." [in Ruvic] He remarks, dipping his head in a show of respect. And just around that time, the mist begins to seep into view, causing a momentary distraction from the young man.

As the boat runs gently up against the beach with a soft scraping noise, Marcella goes very still. There's no slumping over the oar for her, but she does just sit there for quite a while, motionless.

You have emoted: Demetrius frowns over at Marcella for a moment, before telling her quietly, "Well done, Marcella." [in Ruvic]

Ighlaf the Painter murmurs to Marcella, "Thank you for getting us the remainder." [in Ruvic] as they carefully begin to step out of the rowboat.

You straighten to stand near the eastward direction.

Ighlaf the Painter straightens to stand near the eastward direction.

Yasin the Blacksmith straightens to stand near the eastward direction.

Scholar Ziyad dips his head respectfully towards Marcella, "Thank you, Goodwoman Marcella. We would've been able to make it here without your efforts." [in Ruvic]

Scholar Ziyad straightens to stand near the eastward direction.

Marcella shifts her gaze to look upward at you for a moment before she just gives a small nod.

You step away from the eastward direction, leaving.

Ighlaf the Painter goes to stand near the northwestward direction.

Yasin the Blacksmith steps away from the eastward direction, leaving.

Scholar Ziyad holds his arms out for balance when he carefully steps off a sturdy gloamwood rowboat. His first step onto fog covered land is unsteady, but quickly firms after a few more.

Scholar Ziyad goes to stand near the general area, joining you and Yasin the Blacksmith.

You have emoted: Demetrius gazes around at the rather forbidding surroundings, before his eyes settle on the charred remnants of a shipwreck. "Is that... the remains of the Dolphin?" [in Ruvic] he asks.

Yasin the Blacksmith begins to disembark from the boat, his booted feet landing on the stony shore. He looks around, then moves alongside you. He peers around.

"It is." [in Ruvic] Yasin the Blacksmith says quietly to you, looking to Scholar Ziyad and Ighlaf the Painter. A long exhalation follows, and a shake of his head.

A few sunbeams slip through the fog to lend the air a pale glow.

Ighlaf the Painter soberly eyes the charred remnants of a shipwreck and gives a slight nod.

You have emoted: Demetrius continues to gaze at the charred remnants of a shipwreck for some time, also looking rather somber. For a moment he seems about to say something, but then he just gives a small shake of his head and turns away.

With a faint grimace, you say, "Well, this accursed fog is not going to give us the favor of the best view, that's certain. But we can only hope that the height will avail us something." [in Ruvic]

You peer southwest...
[Northwestern Adelantean Sea, Lookout Rock, Jagged Bluffs]
A stepped path has been roughly carved in the face of this cliff, slanting up and curving around from the beach to the northeast to the higher cliffs northwestward. To either side of the path, harsh crags cut dark, jagged shapes out of the sky.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: northeast, northwest, and west (water)

Yasin the Blacksmith continues gazing at the charred remnants of a shipwreck for a few more moments after you turns away, but his words take Yasin the Blacksmith out of his distracted gaze. "...Yes," [in Ruvic] he says. "We'd best watch our footing as we climb. It was tricky then, and it may be worse now with the cold and frost." [in Ruvic]

Yasin the Blacksmith goes to stand near the northwestward direction, joining Ighlaf the Painter.

You have emoted: Waving one hand off to the southwest, Demetrius says, "It appears there is some kind of path upward there. Which is better than a sheer scramble up the rocks, at least. Shall we?" [in Ruvic]

"At least our new boots should fare better on slicker rocks than what we had previous," [in Ruvic] Scholar Ziyad murmurs to Yasin the Blacksmith, giving the rocky ground a few firm stamps with warm black leather winter boots.

"...I think the path extends on either side." [in Ruvic] Yasin the Blacksmith suggests, as he moves closer towards Ighlaf the Painter, but he shrugs and turns back, moving to follow you.

Marcella removes a coil of heavy-duty hemp rope.

Yasin the Blacksmith falls in with you.

Marcella straightens and walks over to the general area.

Marcella offers a coil of heavy-duty hemp rope to you.

Ighlaf the Painter gives a nod of agreement, "I can't recall if there was any climbing from the southwest." [in Ruvic] nodding to Yasin the Blacksmith.

You accept a coil of heavy-duty hemp rope from Marcella.

Ighlaf the Painter falls in with you.

Ighlaf the Painter mumbles after, "Not a far walk either way." [in Ruvic]

Marcella falls in with you.

"As long as your feet are used to them." [in Ruvic] Yasin the Blacksmith says to Scholar Ziyad with a small smile, then nods his head to Ighlaf the Painter's words.

Scholar Ziyad falls in with you.

You have emoted: Demetrius murmurs, "Very good. There is certainly not a very great deal to this little patch of rock, for all the violence it is capable of wreaking." [in Ruvic]

You walk southwest. You are followed by a small group.

[Northwestern Adelantean Sea, Lookout Rock, Jagged Bluffs]
A stepped path has been roughly carved in the face of this cliff, slanting up and curving around from the beach to the northeast to the higher cliffs northwestward. To either side of the path, harsh crags cut dark, jagged shapes out of the sky.
Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Ighlaf the Painter is here. Marcella is here, wielding a heavy oaken oar in her right hand. Scholar Ziyad is here.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: northeast, northwest, and west (water)

You peer west...
[Northwestern Adelantean Sea, Before an Immense Northeastern Rock Face]
The huge rock island towers out of the sea, presenting a vertically-rising stone wall that emerges straight from the dark deep water.
There is untold depths of salt water here. Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: southeast (water), east (steep), and northwest (water)

You walk northwest. You are followed by a small group.

[Northwestern Adelantean Sea, Lookout Rock, Atop Harsh Dark Cliffs]
Between sharp reaches of jagged rock that stand out against the turbulent seascape below, a stony path winds gradually upwards towards the east, rising further up the face of the cliff from its base that lies away down multiple curving paths to the northeast and southeast.
Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Ighlaf the Painter is here. Marcella is here, wielding a heavy oaken oar in her right hand. Scholar Ziyad is here.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: northeast, north, southeast, and east

You walk east. You are followed by a small group.

[Lookout Rock, Below a Winding Stone-Hewn Path]
The path that spirals downward to the west curls still further upward along the towering cliff here, carved from the dark rock in a series of rough steps. This naturalistic stairway has been worn by the salty sea winds for perhaps hundreds of years if not longer, and the edges are soft and crumbling. Within this nest of toothy crags below the looming rock, the sound of the crashing waves is gently muted.
Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Ighlaf the Painter is here. Marcella is here, wielding a heavy oaken oar in her right hand. Scholar Ziyad is here.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: west
Other: up

Yasin the Blacksmith looks up at the sky.

Wispy clouds float across a cold blue sky.

You have emoted: Demetrius picks his way up the crumbling rock path, not looking too concerned for his footing even if seems to be setting his feet carefully enough.

You walk up. You are followed by a small group.

[Lookout Rock, Ascending a Winding Stone-Hewn Path]
A climber on the curling trail here is far enough above the nest of sheltering crags to be able to witness the white-capped foam of the waves as they strike the rocky shore. All around this small island in the vast Adelantean, horizons disappear into a distant-hazed line in every direction, though it looks as if one would have a still better view of the sea just a little further up. Below and to the east, the sandy beach on the craggy inlet looks like a tiny, sunken greyish strip gripped by an unforgiving fist of dark rock. Age-softened stones continue on a perilous curl upward.
Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Ighlaf the Painter is here. Marcella is here, wielding a heavy oaken oar in her right hand. Scholar Ziyad is here.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits:
Other: down and up

"...Watch your steps, here." [in Ruvic] Yasin the Blacksmith murmurs as he looks to the group, frowning at the crumbling path as they ascend.

"It would be very unpleasant to slip off that. We'll have to be exceptionally carefully," [in Ruvic] Scholar Ziyad points out while craning his head upwards. He grunts softly as his foot slip due to the moment of inattention and quickly returns his gaze to what's beneath his feet.

You have emoted: Demetrius pauses to survey the rather bleak view of the beach below, which looks quite tiny and precarious in the middle of stone and sea. Raising his gaze, he squints a little further out across the water then.

Ighlaf the Painter strides up the path with a steady, loping gait.

(Quietly): You mutter, "Not high enough.." [in Ruvic]

You walk up. You are followed by a small group.

[Lookout Rock, Upon a Dark and Stone-Strewn Plateau]
The dark stone of this plateau is so high above the island that the rocky shoreline is not visible. Only the vast, blue-green Adelantean spreads in all directions, offering itself up to view before fading into a faint haze on the distant horizons. Paler stones are strewn across the landscape, rounded and crumbled by time. A winding path curves downward from the south side of the plateau, while to the northeast, upon an outcropping of higher cliff, stand the ruins of an ancient lighthouse.
Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Ighlaf the Painter is here. Marcella is here, wielding a heavy oaken oar in her right hand. Scholar Ziyad is here.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: northeast
Other: down

You have emoted: Demetrius says, "Aha..." [in Ruvic] and comes to a halt once again, almost disconcertingly close to the edge of the path and the long drop beneath it. But he seems totally unconcerned with this, his eyes squinting ferociously as he peers off towards the horizon.

Yasin the Blacksmith pauses to catch his breath as they ascend to the top of the plateau. Stretches out his arm, then nods as he begins to take in the view of the Adelantean. "Fog has parted, a bit," [in Ruvic] he says, smiling slightly.

Yasin the Blacksmith looks towards a view of the southeastern horizon, focusing that way.

Marcella trots up next to you, stopping to fix her own gaze on the view -- and particularly towards the southeast.

Ighlaf the Painter murmurs, "There is a portion more view at the top of the ruins, but there does seem a clearer section we can see." [in Ruvic]

Scholar Ziyad peers towards the ruins of the distant lighthouse and shakes his head in a baffled manner. "Who'd have agreed to stay here to keep the pyre lit when that lighthouse was still whole?" [in Ruvic] he asks rhethorically.

With a teasing smile and a dry wit probably brought on by his physical exhaustion, Yasin the Blacksmith clasps Scholar Ziyad's shoulder gently and says, "A lighthouse keeper, my friend." [in Ruvic]

You have emoted: Demetrius breathes out a soft, "Well," [in Ruvic] and that's it for a few moments.

Yasin the Blacksmith turns his attention to Ighlaf the Painter's murmuring, then looks in that direction briefly.

Scholar Ziyad grimaces at Yasin the Blacksmith and responds, "Yes, yes. I simply can't think of who'd accept that job..." [in Ruvic] Shaking his head once more, he pans his gaze across the horizon. His gaze narrows at a view of the southwestern horizon, then narrows further at a view of the southeastern horizon. "It does look clearer that way." [in Ruvic]

Scattered clouds drift through the sky, scudding like lost sheep over the rocky surroundings.

Ighlaf the Painter aims an amused look to Yasin the Blacksmith and Scholar Ziyad.

You have emoted: Demetrius says, "There it is, then. Just as we hoped." [in Ruvic] He squints again, looking vaguely discontented for a moment, but then his face breaks out in a brief almost boyish grin.

Yasin the Blacksmith turns his attention back towards a view of the southeastern horizon, looking between it and you, then the others.

You have emoted: Demetrius claps his hands together vigorously as he declares, "Well, that will be your way out, if there is any way. The Yehani said it was still there, and not only that, but that it had grown still wider in only the last several days." [in Ruvic]

"Wider?" [in Ruvic] Yasin the Blacksmith asks you, looking pleasantly surprised by this new information. "Only recently, this has changed?" [in Ruvic]

Scholar Ziyad looks sharply back at you with surprised eyes. "Truly, Your Grace? That is good news indeed!" [in Ruvic] he exclaims, a broad smile stretching across his features. "Do you think this means the gap is merely stabilizing or that the Mists are retreating--" [in Ruvic] He suddenly stops and spins around so quickly that one heel skids on the rocks. He doesn't seem to notice, still casting his eyes around the area.

You have emoted: "Wider," [in Ruvic] confirms Demetrius, with as much satisfaction as if this had been his own doing. "And... I do not know why, but yes. Recently." [in Ruvic]

Scholar Ziyad focuses quietly.

Ighlaf the Painter blinks in surprise a moment, then fixes their gaze on Scholar Ziyad.

Scholar Ziyad seems bolstered by something.

Yasin the Blacksmith is completely engaged in this information from you, but at that little skid from Scholar Ziyad's heel, he reaches out and grabs onto the young man's arm. He doesn't immediately let go, either. "Watch your footing, Ziyad," [in Ruvic] he cautions.

(Quietly): Yasin the Blacksmith shifts closer to Scholar Ziyad.

But Yasin the Blacksmith then turns his attention back to the conversation and says, "...Recently," [in Ruvic] in repetition. "How... strange. What's changed, recently?" [in Ruvic] He frowns thoughtfully over towards Ighlaf the Painter and Scholar Ziyad, then turns back to you. "This is very good news to hear, regardless of the reason." [in Ruvic] A pause. "Provided it... stays that way." [in Ruvic]

Allowing a cold illumination to touch the surrounding rock faces, chilly shadows flit across the ground as clouds pass overhead.

Scholar Ziyad nods his head distractedly at Yasin the Blacksmith, making no attempt to shake off the grip. "Thank you, my friend..." [in Ruvic] he murmurs. His free hand moves to caress the bit of wood sticking from a mahogany suede mizuda.

Marcella shifts her weight all of a sudden, her eyes snapping back and forth as if searching out something in the fog. Her hand twitches a little, but doesn't quite go for her rapier.

Ighlaf the Painter shivers a moment, looking restless.

Scholar Ziyad scans the area carefully.

You have emoted: Sounding more intrigued than anything, Demetrius says, "I do not know what has changed either, but whatever it is, it seems to have done so to our benefit." [in Ruvic] He frowns thoughtfully. "Let us see if there is anything more to see further up." [in Ruvic]

You walk northeast. You are followed by a small group.

As the shadows pass overhead, Yasin the Blacksmith's hand lets go of Scholar Ziyad and moves slowly towards his scribing case. But he shakes his head slightly as if to dismiss his own feelings, then sets his hand back at his side.

[Lookout Rock, Upon a Dark and Stone-Strewn Plateau, Before the Ruins of an Ancient Lighthouse]
Crumbling remnants of greyish-pink coral rag litter this dark rock plateau, apparently strewn from the slow and gradual decay of the aging structure centered on this uppermost height of the island. The northeastern view is seen best from the edge of the cliff face here, a steep drop past curving stone-hewn trails across the dark depths of the blue-green Adelantean. Reaching vines tangle up the time-pocked structure, and rampantly embrace the fallen detritus over which they sprawl.
Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Ighlaf the Painter is here. Marcella is here, wielding a heavy oaken oar in her right hand. Scholar Ziyad is here.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: southwest
Other: the ruins of an ancient lighthouse: decrepit oaken doors (open)

You peer towards the open decrepit oaken doors...
[Lookout Rock, Ancient Lighthouse Ruins, Entryway]
This circular structure stretches up skyward, roofless circumference narrowing into the heights. The floor here is cluttered with the fallen detritus of time, and the walls are overgrown with moss and vines. Most of the stairs have long fallen, but a short distance up the interior wall, a small section of a few treads clings to where the coral-rag brick was built upon a rising column that remains standing.
Cardinal Exits:
Other: out: decrepit oaken doors (open)

Wind whistles eerily across the lofty top edge of the structure.

You have emoted: Demetrius squints at the decrepit old doors of the lighthouse. "Did all of you venture into the ruin, before?" [in Ruvic]

Yasin the Blacksmith frowns as he peers towards the northeastern view, his eyes taking in the obvious sight of ominous mist.

Yasin the Blacksmith looks to you, then nods once. "We did, briefly." [in Ruvic] He looks to Ighlaf the Painter.

Ighlaf the Painter eventually comes out of their silence, "I did, and to the top of." [in Ruvic]

Scholar Ziyad seems more relaxed while he carefully picks his way along the rocks after the rest of the group. At the same time, he keeps a close eye on his surroundings and a tight grip on the strap of a mahogany suede mizuda.

Ighlaf the Painter nods at Yasin the Blacksmith.

Yasin the Blacksmith wonders aloud, "...Did I got to the top..." [in Ruvic] He squints as though in recollection. "Perhaps I did not." [in Ruvic]

Ighlaf the Painter casts a glance to Yasin the Blacksmith, "There is two precarious portions of climbing upwards." [in Ruvic]

Ighlaf the Painter shifts on their feet, casting a glance around.

Ighlaf the Painter scans the area carefully.

Scholar Ziyad stiffens suddenly and whirls around again with a quickly indrawn breath. He rubs at his left ear with a shiver and compresses his lips into a thin line.

Wispy clouds float across a cold blue sky.

Yasin the Blacksmith gives a nod to Ighlaf the Painter. "Then perhaps I didn't climb to the top. You did?" [in Ruvic] He grins lightly -- but that grin fades at Scholar Ziyad and Ighlaf the Painter's shifting, particularly Scholar Ziyad's whirl. "What... are you both alright?" [in Ruvic]

You have emoted: Demetrius ponders briefly before starting to say, "Well, while we are here it must be worth a look. It--" [in Ruvic] But he breaks off with a frown for Scholar Ziyad. ".. Signor?" [in Ruvic] he ventures.

The waning crescent of Niota sets in the late afternoon sky.

Yasin the Blacksmith observes the sky.

Scholar Ziyad glances over to Ighlaf the Painter and asks softly, "Did you... hear anything." [in Ruvic] He draws a simple grey wool cloak tighter around him while turning to give you and Yasin the Blacksmith tight smiles. "Ah, I might be a bit uneasy due to our surroundings." [in Ruvic]

Marcella seems to have gone into hypervigilant mode as he hand has at last moved to the hilt of her rapier. But whatever she might be wanting to wield her sword against, there doesn't seem to be any object whatsoever worth defending against.

Ighlaf the Painter blinks for several moments and hesitantly murmurs, "I...thought I saw something a moment." [in Ruvic] they rub at their arms after their words. "Felt." [in Ruvic]

Yasin the Blacksmith's expression turns unnerved at Scholar Ziyad's question to Ighlaf the Painter, and at that tight-lipped response. He focuses on Ighlaf the Painter next. "Felt," [in Ruvic] he repeats in echo. He sets his hand on his scribing case much as Marcella has set her hand on the hilt of her rapier.

You have emoted: Demetrius's frown deepens, and he squints carefully at Scholar Ziyad, and then at Ighlaf the Painter. "Well," [in Ruvic] he says, after a moment, letting the word hang briefly. "The folk around the docks do say this place is haunted." [in Ruvic]

You have emoted: Demetrius scoffs a bit. "But that's superstitious nonsense, of course." [in Ruvic] He looks a trifle uneasy anyway, though.

"Is that so? They do not say whether the hauntings are malicious, did they?" [in Ruvic] Scholar Ziyad asks you with a smile.

(Quietly): Yasin the Blacksmith works his jaw, then mutters, more to himself, "...I thought many things were superstitious nonsense, until I spent over a month trapped in the mists on that wreck down below..." [in Ruvic]

The sky is a cold clear blue dotted with snowy puffs of cloud.

You have emoted: Demetrius's mouth pulls down into a sudden frown at Yasin the Blacksmith's words, and he gives a sharp tug to his cloak as if he were suddenly cold, or irritated, or both. "But did you experience any such thing before?" [in Ruvic]

Yasin the Blacksmith looks to you, pausing a moment to take in the man's frown and the rest of his expression. He then shakes his head. "No," [in Ruvic] he admits. "Certainly not." [in Ruvic]

Scholar Ziyad cocks his head to one side, as if trying to listen to something off in the distant or indistinct.

Ighlaf the Painter tilts their head in consideration. "I had not heard of hauntings here." [in Ruvic] they take a deep breath then let out out. "I didn't notice any odd things here last time." [in Ruvic] a thoughtful cast to their expression as they look around, listening to those speaking.

You have emoted: Demetrius exhales sharply. "Well then," [in Ruvic] he says, though with a faint edge to his tone, "Then surely all is equally well now." [in Ruvic] And with that, he strides for the lighthouse doors.

You walk into the ruins of an ancient lighthouse through the decrepit oaken doors. You are followed by a small group.

[Lookout Rock, Ancient Lighthouse Ruins, Entryway]
This circular structure stretches up skyward, roofless circumference narrowing into the heights. The floor here is cluttered with the fallen detritus of time, and the walls are overgrown with moss and vines. Most of the stairs have long fallen, but a short distance up the interior wall, a small section of a few treads clings to where the coral-rag brick was built upon a rising column that remains standing.
Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Ighlaf the Painter is here. Marcella is here, wielding a heavy oaken oar in her right hand. Scholar Ziyad is here.
Cardinal Exits:
Other: out: decrepit oaken doors (open)

Wind whistles eerily across the lofty top edge of the structure.

Ighlaf the Painter goes to stand near the interior wall.

You have emoted: Demetrius cranes his head back to peer up towards the top of the tower.

Ighlaf the Painter steps closer to the interior wall, looking at it in thought.

Ighlaf the Painter peers at the interior wall.

Looking back down, you say, "It is possible to climb to the top, then?" [in Ruvic]

Yasin the Blacksmith blinks at that sudden declaration from you, but raises no objection as he follows along. He gives a quick glance to Scholar Ziyad and Ighlaf the Painter, then his eyes follow Ighlaf the Painter's journey towards the interior wall. "You climbed up the vines?" [in Ruvic] He asks.

Scholar Ziyad visibly relaxes and his he rolls his shoulders to loosen then up. He gives Yasin the Blacksmith a quick, reassuring smile when Yasin the Blacksmith glances his way.

Yasin the Blacksmith grimaces as he focuses on the interior wall, walking closer. "That looks... precarious." [in Ruvic] (Stand - near the interior wall -)

Ighlaf the Painter seems to be looking from the wall and the vines. "Yes, I did. Tar and I." [in Ruvic]

You have emoted: Demetrius rubs his hands together as if he likes the idea of this challenge. "It does indeed," [in Ruvic] he agrees, also moving near the wall.

You go to stand near the interior wall, joining Ighlaf the Painter and Yasin the Blacksmith.

Scholar Ziyad goes to stand near the interior wall, joining a small crowd.

Marcella gives you a rather flat look, not appearing to relish the idea of you attempting this climb.

You begin to climb up the interior wall, using some of the hardier vines as extra hand-holds between craggy, soft-edged coral-rag bricks.

Ighlaf the Painter casts a smile to Yasin the Blacksmith, "I think the climb from the beach near the lighthouse is more difficult, although I only pay mind when ahhh....sliding on my steps there." [in Ruvic] rubbing at their shoulder after.

Yasin the Blacksmith nods his head as he listens to Ighlaf the Painter, looking up at the climb, then back down. "...Well, is it worth ma--" [in Ruvic]

"The vines do look firmly entrenched in the stone," [in Ruvic] Scholar Ziyad points out, reaching for one of the tendrils to rub between his fingers. "That reduces the risk of falling due to them giving away." [in Ruvic]

You climb up the interior wall. You are followed by a small group.

You climb up adroitly.

[Lookout Rock, Ancient Lighthouse Ruins, A Perilous Segment of Crumbling Staircase]
While most of the staircase that once rose up the interior of the wall has crumbled away thanks to the slow toppling of columns over countless years, this section here clings to the ancient wall like a cluster of coral-rag barnacles. While not a large or particularly stable landing, it makes for a spot to potentially rest and take a break from the climb -- or a place to stop the momentum of an unfortunate fall.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits:
Other: down (steep) and up (steep)

Yasin the Blacksmith climbs up from the way down, taking careful, heavy steps.

Yasin the Blacksmith can't manage to maintain a grip while climbing, and slips back down.

Yasin the Blacksmith falls away, taking careful, heavy steps.

Ighlaf the Painter climbs up from the way down.

Ighlaf the Painter climbs up adroitly.

Scholar Ziyad climbs up from the way down.

Scholar Ziyad can't manage to maintain a grip while climbing, and slips back down.

Scholar Ziyad falls away.

You have emoted: Demetrius doesn't seem in the least concerned that he's lost his entourage, and simply once again sets his hands to the vines and crumbling handholds.

Demetrius starts towards the way up. (Stand - near the way up -)

You begin to climb up the interior wall, finding age-worn handholds on old coral-rag bricks.

Ighlaf the Painter starts towards the way up. (Stand - near the way up -)

You climb up.

You climb up adroitly.

A shout in a calm and quiet bass-baritone can be distantly made out from the way down.
"CAST DOWN THE ROPE FOR US OF ILL FOOTING, YOUR GRACE?" [in Ruvic]

[Lookout Rock, Ancient Lighthouse Ruins, Atop the Broken Wall]
Here is where the dark fist of stone that rises from the sea points its finger directly into the sky; the very highest point of Lookout Rock. Views of the surrounding sea spread out all around, as its cold waters crash broodingly against the rocks far below. The crumpled rim of paler coral-rag brick forms a standing wall that lingers ages past its construction, as the last remnants of the lighthouse apex hold fast against the march of time.
A lit squat tallow candle sits on the rock, surrounded by a ring of small stones.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits:
Other: down (steep)

Soft twilight sets purple over the rocky island, and renders into a velvety blanket the vast stretch of sweeping sea.

Though the stones hold firm as you rest your weight against them, the sensation of great age combines with their height above the ground to make for a rather dizzying effect.

Small blots of pale grey cloud float into the sky, casting odd scraps of shade here and there.

Ighlaf the Painter climbs up from the way down.

Ighlaf the Painter climbs up adroitly.

Ighlaf the Painter goes to stand near a crumpled coral-rag wall, joining you.

You have emoted: Demetrius seems to be up here just enjoying the ambience and the view, in complete disregard of the trial and struggle of his estwhile companions below.

Scholar Ziyad climbs up from the way down.

Scholar Ziyad can't manage to maintain a grip while climbing, and slips back down.

Scholar Ziyad falls away.

Ighlaf the Painter has a concerned expression some as they look downwards, then murmurs to you, "May I borrow your rope for the remainder?" [in Ruvic]

Scholar Ziyad climbs up from the way down.

Scholar Ziyad can't manage to maintain a grip while climbing, and slips back down.

Scholar Ziyad falls away.

Small blots of pale grey cloud float into the sky, casting odd scraps of shade here and there.

You have emoted: Demetrius blinks at Ighlaf the Painter, then looks at the rope still slung ever so helpfull from his shoulder. "Oh, yes. Yes, to be sure." [in Ruvic]

Scholar Ziyad climbs up from the way down.

Scholar Ziyad can't manage to maintain a grip while climbing, and slips back down.

Scholar Ziyad falls away.

You offer a coil of heavy-duty hemp rope to Ighlaf the Painter.

Ighlaf the Painter accepts a coil of heavy-duty hemp rope from you.

Ighlaf the Painter prepares a coil of heavy-duty hemp rope for use in climbing down.

Ighlaf the Painter begins to prepare the rope, looping it to hang down further for those climbing below.

Scholar Ziyad climbs up from the way down.

Scholar Ziyad can't manage to maintain a grip while climbing, and slips back down.

Scholar Ziyad falls away.

Ighlaf the Painter affixes a coil of heavy-duty hemp rope for use in climbing to the way down.

Ighlaf the Painter has finished working with a coil of heavy-duty hemp rope.

Ighlaf the Painter murmurs belatedly after, "Thank you." [in Ruvic] while lingering near the wall after. They peer downwards.

You have emoted: Demetrius casts a look over his shoulder at the wall-scaling drama playing out, a frown creasing his forehead. "Well," [in Ruvic] he says after a pause. "It is not truly essential to achieve the greatest height, after all." [in Ruvic]

You have emoted: Demetrius clears his throat a bit, adding, "The view up here is much the same as below, I think." [in Ruvic]

Ighlaf the Painter dips their head in agreement. "Although...I admit to being pleased for the challenge of a bit of climbing. Not to the bruises they might be gaining, however." [in Ruvic]

Scholar Ziyad climbs up from the way down.

Scholar Ziyad can't manage to maintain a grip while climbing, and slips back down.

Scholar Ziyad falls away.

You have emoted: Demetrius's expression brightens a bit as he nods to Ighlaf the Painter. "Yes, that's exactly right. It's the challenge the world presents to you, ready to be mastered." [in Ruvic]

Scholar Ziyad climbs up from the way down.

Scholar Ziyad can't manage to maintain a grip while climbing, and slips back down.

Scholar Ziyad falls away.

You have emoted: Demetrius There's another pause. "Or.. well. Not all challenges are equally suited to all people. And.. yes, that is likely not pleasant." [in Ruvic]

You say towards the way down, "There is no need to attempt the climb, signores! The view from below was sufficient, I assure you." [in Ruvic]

Ighlaf the Painter winces as a portion of that climbing doesn't succeed again, although a smile crosses their face a moment at those words from you, "I miss some...portions of the ruins from home where I sharpened my attempts." [in Ruvic]

You peer down...
[Lookout Rock, Ancient Lighthouse Ruins, A Perilous Segment of Crumbling Staircase]
While most of the staircase that once rose up the interior of the wall has crumbled away thanks to the slow toppling of columns over countless years, this section here clings to the ancient wall like a cluster of coral-rag barnacles. While not a large or particularly stable landing, it makes for a spot to potentially rest and take a break from the climb -- or a place to stop the momentum of an unfortunate fall. Fixed above, a coil of heavy-duty hemp rope hangs as a climbing aid.
A coil of heavy-duty hemp rope has been fixed here, hanging towards the way down.
Also here are Scholar Ziyad and Yasin the Blacksmith.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits:
Other: down (steep) and up (steep)

Wispy clouds float across a cold blue sky.

You have emoted: A smile tugs briefly at Demetrius's mouth, and he looks back over to Ighlaf the Painter, then down again.

Ighlaf the Painter casts another glance down, "I am...going to climb down to see if I can help them. They seem...determined." [in Ruvic]

You say towards the way down, "Never fear, the maestro will simply paint this scene for you upon your return, so you will not entirely have missed it." [in Ruvic]

You say wryly, "Ah well, as you like, Maestro." [in Ruvic]

Ighlaf the Painter laughs quietly a moment as they move towards the rope, flicking a grin to you, "I can do that,m as well." [in Ruvic]

Moving towards the way down, Ighlaf the Painter leaves the vicinity of a crumpled coral-rag wall. (Stand - at the general area -)

Ighlaf the Painter starts towards the way down. (Stand - near the way down -)

Ighlaf the Painter begins to climb down the interior wall, finding age-worn handholds on old coral-rag bricks.

Ighlaf the Painter climbs down.

You have emoted: Demetrius turns his gaze away from the interior wall and looks back out over the sea once again, and the gap in the mist, hazy and soft against the horizon.

You straighten to stand near a crumpled coral-rag wall.

You say towards the way down, "Mind the wall, if you will. I am coming back down." [in Ruvic]

You begin to climb down the interior wall, finding age-worn handholds on old coral-rag bricks.

You climb down.

You climb down adroitly, with the aid of a coil of heavy-duty hemp rope.

[Lookout Rock, Ancient Lighthouse Ruins, A Perilous Segment of Crumbling Staircase]
While most of the staircase that once rose up the interior of the wall has crumbled away thanks to the slow toppling of columns over countless years, this section here clings to the ancient wall like a cluster of coral-rag barnacles. While not a large or particularly stable landing, it makes for a spot to potentially rest and take a break from the climb -- or a place to stop the momentum of an unfortunate fall. Fixed above, a coil of heavy-duty hemp rope hangs as a climbing aid.
A coil of heavy-duty hemp rope has been fixed here, hanging towards the way down.
Also here are Scholar Ziyad, Yasin the Blacksmith, and Ighlaf the Painter.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits:
Other: down (steep) and up (steep)

"Thank you, Ziyad." [in Ruvic] Yasin the Blacksmith says while listening to Ighlaf the Painter's instruction. He rolls his shoulders, and sure enough, says, "I do feel a bit more fluid, now." [in Ruvic]

Ighlaf the Painter continues teaching acrobatics.

You have emoted: Demetrius makes as ready use of the rope as if it had been hung there just for him, and then casts a light frown around at everyone assembled on the perilous segment of stair.

Ighlaf the Painter gestures to the handholds, "It helps that I am lighter, so my hands take less a stress attempting. Less muscles." [in Ruvic]

Yasin the Blacksmith shifts a black leather scribing case and a coal-stained sack over his shoulders. "I'd like to give it a try, now." [in Ruvic]

Scholar Ziyad steps back from Yasin the Blacksmith after he finishes working out the tension in Yasin the Blacksmith's shoulders. He peers thoughtfully at the vine-covered walls and the dangling rope. "Perhaps I've been too hasty and not thinking about my foot placement enough. I've been mostly trying to reach as high as possible, so that I can pull myself up further." [in Ruvic]

You have emoted: Demetrius asks with a touch of doubt, "Are you truly so determined then?" [in Ruvic] He shifts with a vaguely restless air, glancing back up at the sky past the rubble.

Ighlaf the Painter continues teaching acrobatics.

Ighlaf the Painter dips their head to you, "I believe this our last attempts, before the sun leaves us." [in Ruvic]

"For one last attempt, Your Grace." [in Ruvic] Yasin the Blacksmith says to you, a bit sheepishly, but with a dip of his head.

And without further discussion, Yasin the Blacksmith attempts the climb.

Yasin the Blacksmith starts towards the way up. (Stand - near the way up -)

You have emoted: Demetrius hesitates just a moment, then concedes, "Very good. There is no loss of honor in conceding a challenge, but to persist is admirable." [in Ruvic]

Ighlaf the Painter continues teaching acrobatics.

Yasin the Blacksmith begins to climb up the interior wall, finding age-worn handholds on old coral-rag bricks.

Scholar Ziyad starts towards the way up. (Stand - near the way up -)

Yasin the Blacksmith climbs up.

Ighlaf the Painter calls out some portion of advice to Scholar Ziyad, "Move only when the rest of your grip feels stable." [in Ruvic]

Scholar Ziyad begins to climb up the interior wall, finding age-worn handholds on old coral-rag bricks.

A bass-baritone cheer might be heard from atop the broken wall.
...the noise is coming directly from the way up.

Ighlaf the Painter continues teaching acrobatics.

Scholar Ziyad climbs up.

Scholar Ziyad arrives.

Scholar Ziyad keeps falling...

Scholar Ziyad starts towards the way down. (Stand - near the way down -)

Ighlaf the Painter grins upwards as Yasin the Blacksmith completes the climb, then winces slightly towards Scholar Ziyad. "You were close." [in Ruvic]

Ighlaf the Painter continues teaching acrobatics.

Mares' tails sweep across a powder blue sky as faint breezes unsettle the cool air.

Ighlaf the Painter sniffs the air and looks skyward...

Ighlaf the Painter continues teaching acrobatics.

Scholar Ziyad grunts as he staggers and places a hand to the wall to steady himself after slipping free. "That was my last attempt. I'll have to be satisfied with the fact that my friends are good climbers..." [in Ruvic] He trails off and jumps suddenly as if startled, glancing over his shoulder with squinted eyes.

A shout in a calm and quiet bass-baritone breaks out from the way up.
"I'M COMING BACK DOWN. WANT ME TO BRING THE ROPE?" [in Ruvic]

Ighlaf the Painter continues teaching acrobatics.

Ighlaf the Painter casts a glance up, then smiles at Scholar Ziyad, "You attempted heartily." [in Ruvic]

Ighlaf the Painter shouts, "IF YOU THINK YOU CAN SAFELY MAKE IT DOWN." [in Ruvic]

Ighlaf the Painter continues teaching acrobatics.

Ighlaf the Painter stops teaching acrobatics.

You have emoted: Demetrius appears somewhat restless himself now, adjusting his balance on the ledge despite the fact that he doesn't seem to need to do so, and glancing back down towards the floor as if thinking of making his way back down rather than remaining still.

Scholar Ziyad shouts, "YES, PLEASE DO BE CAREFUL, YASIN! SAFETY FIRST!" [in Ruvic]

You shout, "I CAN COME BACK OUT AND TAKE THE ROPE DOWN AFTER YOU, SIGNOR, IF YOU PLEASE!"

A coil of heavy-duty hemp rope retracts.

Yasin the Blacksmith climbs down from the way up.

Yasin the Blacksmith can't manage to climb well, and tumbles down.

Yasin the Blacksmith can't manage to climb well, and tumbles down.

Yasin the Blacksmith keeps falling...

Yasin the Blacksmith starts towards the way down. (Stand - near the way down -)

You have emoted: Demetrius purses his lips briefly as the rope retracts, and the faintest wince passes across his face as Yasin the Blacksmith comes tumbling down shortly afterwards.

Scholar Ziyad tries to yank at Yasin the Blacksmith, but can't pull hard enough to move him.

Ighlaf the Painter winces, "Well..Quicker than climbing." [in Ruvic]

"...Ow." [in Ruvic] is what Yasin the Blacksmith groans out as he lands upon his back. He grunts a few times, then shifts and stands to his feet. "...That, probably would have been a better idea, Your Grace." [in Ruvic] He rises to his feet. "Whose... rope is this?" [in Ruvic]

Scholar Ziyad reflexively reaches out to grab at a limb when Yasin the Blacksmith falls, but ends up only unbalancing himself due to the weight. He flails for a moment before regaining his footing.

You have emoted: Demetrius lets out a short chortle at those words from Ighlaf the Painter.

You have emoted: Demetrius tells Yasin the Blacksmith, "It is Marcella's rope, so I may take it from you now." [in Ruvic]

Yasin the Blacksmith grins towards Ighlaf the Painter, then winces as he shifts his footing. "That'll bruise," [in Ruvic] he mutters.

Yasin the Blacksmith removes a coil of heavy-duty hemp rope.

Yasin the Blacksmith approaches the general area.

Yasin the Blacksmith offers a coil of heavy-duty hemp rope to you.

You accept a coil of heavy-duty hemp rope from Yasin the Blacksmith.

Ighlaf the Painter continues to aim a concerned look, although a grin flickers at that sound from you. "You all climb down and I will take this rope after." [in Ruvic]

"I'll let the superior climber loosen the next rope." [in Ruvic] Yasin the Blacksmith says, looking between Ighlaf the Painter and you. He nods to Ighlaf the Painter with a smile, then begins to climb down.

Yasin the Blacksmith starts towards the way down. (Stand - near the way down -)

"I agree to that sentiment completely," [in Ruvic] Scholar Ziyad concurs and starts making his way down after Yasin the Blacksmith.

Scholar Ziyad begins to climb down the interior wall, using some of the hardier vines as extra hand-holds.

Yasin the Blacksmith begins to climb down the interior wall, using some of the hardier vines as extra hand-holds.

Scholar Ziyad climbs down.

Yasin the Blacksmith climbs down.

You have emoted: Demetrius gives a permissive wave to Ighlaf the Painter, telling him, "I defer to your clear expertise, and will cede the last passage down to you." [in Ruvic]

Demetrius starts towards the way down. (Stand - near the way down -)

You begin to climb down the interior wall, using some of the hardier vines as extra hand-holds between craggy, soft-edged coral-rag bricks.

Ighlaf the Painter gives a smile at that, and seems to be focusing their gaze downwards.

You climb down.

You climb down adroitly, with the aid of a coil of heavy-duty hemp rope.

[Lookout Rock, Ancient Lighthouse Ruins, Entryway]
This circular structure stretches up skyward, roofless circumference narrowing into the heights. The floor here is cluttered with the fallen detritus of time, and the walls are overgrown with moss and vines. Most of the stairs have long fallen, but a short distance up the interior wall, a small section of a few treads clings to where the coral-rag brick was built upon a rising column that remains standing. Fixed above, a coil of heavy-duty hemp rope hangs as a climbing aid.
Also here are Scholar Ziyad and Yasin the Blacksmith.
Cardinal Exits:
Other: out: decrepit oaken doors (open)

Wind whistles eerily across the lofty top edge of the structure.

You have emoted: Demetrius frowns a little around he entryway, then glances towards the doors.

You peer towards the open decrepit oaken doors...
[Lookout Rock, Upon a Dark and Stone-Strewn Plateau, Before the Ruins of an Ancient Lighthouse]
Crumbling remnants of greyish-pink coral rag litter this dark rock plateau, apparently strewn from the slow and gradual decay of the aging structure centered on this uppermost height of the island. The northeastern view is seen best from the edge of the cliff face here, a steep drop past curving stone-hewn trails across the dark depths of the blue-green Adelantean. Reaching vines tangle up the time-pocked structure, and rampantly embrace the fallen detritus over which they sprawl.
Marcella is leaning near the ruins of an ancient lighthouse, wielding a heavy oaken oar in her right hand.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: southwest
Other: the ruins of an ancient lighthouse: decrepit oaken doors (open)

(Quietly): "She is outside." [in Ruvic] Yasin the Blacksmith says to you, before looking upward to try and gain sight of the artist.

Yasin the Blacksmith begins to watch the direction of the interior wall.

Yasin the Blacksmith peers at the interior wall.

A coil of heavy-duty hemp rope retracts.

Ighlaf the Painter climbs over from up the interior wall.

Ighlaf the Painter climbs down adroitly.

Ighlaf the Painter falls in with you.

Ighlaf the Painter steps away from the wall, then poises their foodsteps towards the doors.

You have emoted: Demetrius gives a glance around as if accounting for all his entourage, such as it is, then gives a small nod. "Let us be back before more of the day fades, then." [in Ruvic]

(Quietly): Yasin the Blacksmith's eyes shift away from watching the interior wall, a furtive glance that causes him to for a moment look briefly concerned. But... he shakes his head, then smiles to Ighlaf the Painter as they climb down. "Good climbing," [in Ruvic] he says encouragingly.

Demetrius starts towards the frame of the open decrepit oaken doors. (Stand - near the frame of the open decrepit oaken doors -)

Ighlaf the Painter follows you. (Stand - near the frame of the open decrepit oaken doors -)

Yasin the Blacksmith falls in with you.

Ighlaf the Painter looks to be thinking a moment, "I'm assuming you have moss, elsewise I have honey on hand for any scrapes." [in Ruvic]

"No need to worry, Ighlaf. The most bruising I recieved is my pride," [in Ruvic] Scholar Ziyad tells Ighlaf the Painter. He starts to smile, but the expression shifts into a bit of a frown as he glances around with a shiver.

Scholar Ziyad falls in with you.

You walk out of the ruins of an ancient lighthouse through the decrepit oaken doors. You are followed by a small group.

"I have moss, and honey, I think." [in Ruvic] Yasin the Blacksmith says to Ighlaf the Painter. "If any needs." [in Ruvic]

[Lookout Rock, Upon a Dark and Stone-Strewn Plateau, Before the Ruins of an Ancient Lighthouse]
Crumbling remnants of greyish-pink coral rag litter this dark rock plateau, apparently strewn from the slow and gradual decay of the aging structure centered on this uppermost height of the island. The northeastern view is seen best from the edge of the cliff face here, a steep drop past curving stone-hewn trails across the dark depths of the blue-green Adelantean. Reaching vines tangle up the time-pocked structure, and rampantly embrace the fallen detritus over which they sprawl.
Marcella is leaning near the ruins of an ancient lighthouse, wielding a heavy oaken oar in her right hand. Ighlaf the Painter is here. Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Scholar Ziyad is here.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: southwest
Other: the ruins of an ancient lighthouse: decrepit oaken doors (open)

Ighlaf the Painter gives a smile back to Yasin the Blacksmith and replies to Scholar Ziyad "I only bruise my pride and shoulder visiting the fox on the beach. I should...leave the rope there." [in Ruvic]

You nod crisply at Marcella.

(Quietly): Yasin the Blacksmith's eyes briefly flit back towards the ruins after their departure, but he shakes his head once more and concentrates on the path ahead.

Marcella nods crisply back to you and shoves herself lightly off from the wall of the old lighthouse.

Marcella straightens to stand near the frame of the open decrepit oaken doors.

Marcella falls in with you.

Scholar Ziyad blinks several times and glances over his shoulder back through the open door of the ruins. He squints and shakes his head.

You walk southwest. You are followed by a small group.

[Lookout Rock, Upon a Dark and Stone-Strewn Plateau]
The dark stone of this plateau is so high above the island that the rocky shoreline is not visible. Only the vast, blue-green Adelantean spreads in all directions, offering itself up to view before fading into a faint haze on the distant horizons. Paler stones are strewn across the landscape, rounded and crumbled by time. A winding path curves downward from the south side of the plateau, while to the northeast, upon an outcropping of higher cliff, stand the ruins of an ancient lighthouse.
Ighlaf the Painter is here. Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Scholar Ziyad is here. Marcella is here, wielding a heavy oaken oar in her right hand.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: northeast
Other: down

You walk down. You are followed by a small group.

You walk down. You are followed by a small group.

[Lookout Rock, Below a Winding Stone-Hewn Path]
The path that spirals downward to the west curls still further upward along the towering cliff here, carved from the dark rock in a series of rough steps. This naturalistic stairway has been worn by the salty sea winds for perhaps hundreds of years if not longer, and the edges are soft and crumbling. Within this nest of toothy crags below the looming rock, the sound of the crashing waves is gently muted.
Ighlaf the Painter is here. Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Scholar Ziyad is here. Marcella is here, wielding a heavy oaken oar in her right hand.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: west
Other: up

You walk west. You are followed by a small group.

[Northwestern Adelantean Sea, Lookout Rock, Atop Harsh Dark Cliffs]
Between sharp reaches of jagged rock that stand out against the turbulent seascape below, a stony path winds gradually upwards towards the east, rising further up the face of the cliff from its base that lies away down multiple curving paths to the northeast and southeast.
Ighlaf the Painter is here. Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Scholar Ziyad is here. Marcella is here, wielding a heavy oaken oar in her right hand.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: northeast, north, southeast, and east

You walk northeast. You are followed by a small group.

[Northwestern Adelantean Sea, Lookout Rock, Clifftop]
A stepped path has been roughly carved in the face of this cliff, slanting up and curving around from the beach to the southeast to the higher cliffs southwestward. To either side of the path, harsh crags cut dark, jagged shapes out of the sky.
Ighlaf the Painter is here. Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Scholar Ziyad is here. Marcella is here, wielding a heavy oaken oar in her right hand.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: west, southeast, and southwest

You peer west...
[Northwestern Adelantean Sea, Lookout Rock, Jutting Peak]
Above the sheer climb of dark rock, this tall plateau is bare in the face of the wind. Even higher above, further cliffs rise away towards the southeast. Only a few scraggly weeds manage to cling to this inhospitable, barren tract of stone.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: northwest (water), east, south, north (water), and west (water)

You walk west. You are followed by a small group.

The sun sets under the western horizon.
It is sunset, the hour of the pyre.

[Northwestern Adelantean Sea, Lookout Rock, Jutting Peak]
Above the sheer climb of dark rock, this tall plateau is bare in the face of the wind. Even higher above, further cliffs rise away towards the southeast. Only a few scraggly weeds manage to cling to this inhospitable, barren tract of stone.
Ighlaf the Painter is here. Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Scholar Ziyad is here. Marcella is here, wielding a heavy oaken oar in her right hand.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: northwest (water), east, south, north (water), and west (water)

A teal-blue new moon ascends into the sunset.

You have emoted: Demetrius can't seem to help turning his tracks over the face of the cliff, despite the setting sun. He stops and turns his gaze upward, back up to the top of the plateau they had just been on, looking faintly impressed.

You have emoted: Demetrius lets out a wry half-chortle, murmuring, "Well, that is one climb I would not be attempting." [in Ruvic]

You walk east. You are followed by a small group.

[Northwestern Adelantean Sea, Lookout Rock, Clifftop]
A stepped path has been roughly carved in the face of this cliff, slanting up and curving around from the beach to the southeast to the higher cliffs southwestward. To either side of the path, harsh crags cut dark, jagged shapes out of the sky.
Ighlaf the Painter is here. Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Scholar Ziyad is here. Marcella is here, wielding a heavy oaken oar in her right hand.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: west, southeast, and southwest

You peer southeast...
[Northwestern Adelantean Sea, Lookout Rock, A Craggy Inlet]
A wall of sheer rock towers westward over this stony patch of beach, but is softened by a slanting approach that allows for a climb towards the northwest and southwest. Toothy crags slash out into the sea and claw into the sky from either side, but the extending sandbar below reaches eastward and makes for a shallower tide upon the island than the dark underwater drops to the north and south.
A sturdy gloamwood rowboat floats beneath a sleek laughing-eyed nobleman with glossy dark hair, a lazy-eyed brava with short titian tresses, a lean, ink-eyed person, a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man, and a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair. The charred remnants of a shipwreck thrust wet and blackened spars against the sky.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: south (water), northwest, southwest, north (water), and east (water)

You walk southeast. You are followed by a small group.

[Northwestern Adelantean Sea, Lookout Rock, A Craggy Inlet]
A wall of sheer rock towers westward over this stony patch of beach, but is softened by a slanting approach that allows for a climb towards the northwest and southwest. Toothy crags slash out into the sea and claw into the sky from either side, but the extending sandbar below reaches eastward and makes for a shallower tide upon the island than the dark underwater drops to the north and south.
A sturdy gloamwood rowboat floats beneath a sleek laughing-eyed nobleman with glossy dark hair, a lazy-eyed brava with short titian tresses, a lean, ink-eyed person, a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man, and a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair. The charred remnants of a shipwreck thrust wet and blackened spars against the sky.
Ighlaf the Painter is here. Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Scholar Ziyad is here. Marcella is here, wielding a heavy oaken oar in her right hand.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: south (water), northwest, southwest, north (water), and east (water)

Yasin the Blacksmith arches his brows at you, and simply says a singly-spoken, "Yes..." [in Ruvic] in resposne to that. He then follows along as they all journey back towards the boat.

Scholar Ziyad looks up at the sky.

Ighlaf the Painter mutters, "If I was close to town and a healer..." [in Ruvic] then follows along quietly.

Marcella eyes the rowboat with an impassive stare that nonetheless manages to radiate the heartiest of dislike. But regardless, she steps back into it with only a small hesitation.

Marcella goes to sit in a sturdy gloamwood rowboat.

Yasin the Blacksmith climbs aboard, taking a seat on the same bench he was seated at when they'd departed. (Sit - upon a sturdy gloamwood rowboat -)

Ighlaf the Painter goes to stand upon a sturdy gloamwood rowboat, joining Yasin the Blacksmith and Marcella.

You go to sit in a sturdy gloamwood rowboat, joining a small crowd.

Scholar Ziyad watches the sun start to set in the distance. "It's rather beautiful here during this time of day, but I hope the dimming light doesn't hamper or passage home." [in Ruvic]

Scholar Ziyad goes to sit upon a sturdy gloamwood rowboat, joining a small crowd.

Mares' tails sweep across a powder blue sky as faint breezes unsettle the cool air.

Ighlaf the Painter sniffs the air and looks skyward...

"...With luck, we'll still be able to see the rocks by the moonlight." [in Ruvic] Yasin the Blacksmith remarks. "But no reason to delay, either way." [in Ruvic]

Yasin the Blacksmith observes the sky.

Ighlaf the Painter gives a smile to Scholar Ziyad, "At least the fog cleared away for a time. Just the clouds now." [in Ruvic]

You have emoted: Demetrius says with a fatalism that somehow sounds quite cheery instead, "The Dreamer will dream as it will for us," [in Ruvic] and settles himself into the stern of the boat.

Marcella lets out a puff of air through her lips at you and shakes her head.

Marcella shifts her fist and brandishes a heavy oaken oar in her fist.

Marcella rows towards the eastward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat floats to the eastward direction.

Marcella rows towards the northwestward direction.

Scholar Ziyad nods his head in agreement with you. He touches a twisting fulgurite pendant and briefly bows his head. Then, as Marcella starts rowing, he turns to lift a hand to wave towards the ruined lighthouse.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat glides across the water's surface to the northwestward direction.

Marcella rows towards the northwestward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat floats to the northwestward direction.

Yasin the Blacksmith takes a single look back towards the isle, then focuses on the direction ahead as Marcella rows them back.

Marcella rows towards the westward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat glides on to the westward direction.

Marcella appears much refreshed from her time spent at the base of the lighthouse, waiting for everyone else to scramble up and fall down walls, and plies her oar with a will.

Marcella rows towards the northwestward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat floats to the northwestward direction.

Marcella rows towards the northwestward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat is propelled across the water to the northwestward direction.

Marcella rows towards the northwestward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat floats to the northwestward direction.

Marcella rows towards the northward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat glides across the water's surface to the northward direction.

Marcella rows towards the northeastward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat floats to the northeastward direction.

Marcella rows towards the northward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat floats to the northward direction.

Small blots of pale grey cloud float into the sky, casting odd scraps of shade here and there.

Yasin the Blacksmith watches Marcella row with again a new sense of admiration at the steady pace held.

Marcella's gaze narrows in concentration again as she begins to navigate the coral carefully.

(At a sturdy gloamwood rowboat): Yasin the Blacksmith mutters to Ighlaf the Painter in an aside, "...I should have taken more lessons with Inaya." [in Ruvic]

Marcella rows towards the northeastward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat glides on to the northeastward direction.

Marcella rows towards the northwestward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat glides on to the northwestward direction.

(At a sturdy gloamwood rowboat): Ighlaf the Painter dips their head to Yasin the Blacksmith, "We did not expect to be rowing again." [in Ruvic]

(At a sturdy gloamwood rowboat): Yasin the Blacksmith chuckles to Ighlaf the Painter, nodding his head. "I am learning that I need to start being prepared for that which I least expect." [in Ruvic]

You have emoted: In the quiet noise of waves and wind and Marcella's steady if slower rowing, Demetrius's expression takes on a more distant air. He gazes off behind them as they slide through the water, eyes remote as he watches the horizon recede to the southeast.

Marcella rows towards the northwestward direction.

"Especially since it's probably be safest to ensure that the next ship we're on already have oars built in," [in Ruvic] Scholar Ziyad murmurs to Yasin the Blacksmith with a nod of agreement.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat glides on to the northwestward direction.

Marcella rows towards the northeastward direction.

"And maybe a reinforced main mast?" [in Ruvic] Yasin the Blacksmith asks Scholar Ziyad, though he doesn't sound like he has any real authority on the subject.

(At a sturdy gloamwood rowboat): Ighlaf the Painter gives a smile to those replies. "Well, or knowing some to not be in the way of a ship with sails..." [in Ruvic] their expression turning thuoghtful.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat is propelled across the water to the northeastward direction.

Marcella rows towards the northward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat glides across the water's surface to the northward direction.

Marcella struggles to row, but quakes with fatigue.

Yasin the Blacksmith gives a concerned look to Marcella, then holds out his hands for the oar in offer.

(At a sturdy gloamwood rowboat): "Seems safest to have both, since we couldn't count on there being wind after our previous experiences," [in Ruvic] Scholar Ziyad responds, nose crinkling up. "But such decisions will be up to whomever's building the ship." [in Ruvic]

Marcella's face twists into a sharp wince, and she has to just sit there for a moment as she allows her muscles to relax again.

Grimacing faintly, Marcella nods slightly to Yasin the Blacksmith.

Marcella shifts a heavy oaken oar from her fist, now simply holding it.

Marcella offers a heavy oaken oar to Yasin the Blacksmith.

Yasin the Blacksmith nods his head in return, takes the oar, and fixes his grip on it.

Yasin the Blacksmith accepts a heavy oaken oar from Marcella.

Yasin the Blacksmith shifts his grip and brandishes a heavy oaken oar in his fist.

Yasin the Blacksmith rolls his shoulders, takes a breath, and begins to row...

Yasin the Blacksmith rows towards the northwestward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat glides across the water's surface to the northwestward direction.

A cloud drifts across the face of the sun, briefly casting the world into a chill shade.

Yasin the Blacksmith rows towards the northward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat glides on to the northward direction.

Ighlaf the Painter gives a concerned look at that wince, then settles their attention on Scholar Ziyad to nod in quiet agreement.

Yasin the Blacksmith rows towards the northeastward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat floats to the northeastward direction.

Marcella arranges her limbs carefully into an almost meditative stance, chin lowering slightly towards her chest. Her eyelids lower a touch too, but she still seems to be keeping a close eye both on Yasin the Blacksmith and the way forward through the water.

Yasin the Blacksmith pauses as they near the beach of the sea cliffs to say, "...Could set to shore here, if we wanted." [in Ruvic] But he doesn't pause long, just stopping to give a brief stretch to his neck, and then leading them on along the waters next to the rocky shore.

Yasin the Blacksmith rows towards the eastward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat glides on to the eastward direction.

Yasin the Blacksmith rows towards the northeastward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat glides across the water's surface to the northeastward direction.

You have emoted: Demetrius doesn't even seem to hear Yasin the Blacksmith, he seems so lost in his own thoughts and the view of the endlessly rolling waves.

Yasin the Blacksmith peers about.

Marcella's eyelids flicker, and he barest hint of disbelief crosses her face as she stares off to the north.

Yasin the Blacksmith pauses now to ask the group, "Onward? Or set ashore here and walk to town?" [in Ruvic] He explains, "I won't be able to get us the full way, the next stretch. Part of the way." [in Ruvic]

Scholar Ziyad stifles a soft laugh when he casts his gaze northwards towards the beach.

Marcella glances over at Yasin the Blacksmith, then nods her head towards shore and shrugs equivocally.

Ighlaf the Painter is distracted a moment then looks to Yasin the Blacksmith, "I could perhaps manage us closer to the docks...but uncertain how far." [in Ruvic]

You have emoted: Demetrius appears to finally rouse himself from his meditations, straightening up abruptly with a look towards Yasin the Blacksmith first, then the beach. He blinks a bit, then says, "Oh. I see. Yes, we may as well put in there." [in Ruvic]

Yasin the Blacksmith follows everyone's gaze north, then shakes his head with a chuckle as he spies the cow. But he catches Marcella's nod, and begins to bring the boat into shore. "May as well," [in Ruvic] he murmurs.

Yasin the Blacksmith rows towards the northward direction.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat bumps up against the shore.

Marcella jumps up away from a sturdy gloamwood rowboat at the southward direction.

[At the Foot of the Sea Cliffs, Lookout Beach]
A slender pebbled beach stretches like a pale grey ribbon along the base of the cliffs west and south. Those cliffs seem to get ever more sheer as they go, but a narrow track cuts northwest along the side of the angled rock face here. The sea spreads out to the east, its breakers crashing against the cliffs with a low roar.
Cardinal Exits: south (water), northwest, and southwest

Wispy clouds float across a cold blue sky.

Ighlaf the Painter goes to stand within the general area, joining a scrawny brown milk cow and Marcella.

Yasin the Blacksmith stands with a grunt, then offers an arm up to Scholar Ziyad. (Stand - near the southward direction -)

Scholar Ziyad straightens to stand near the southward direction.

For all her fatigue, Marcella still leaps out of the boat with alacrity as soon as it begins to scrap the shore, and holds it steadier as everyone begins to disembark.

Ighlaf the Painter eyes a scrawny brown milk cow for several moments, and murmurs, "Still enjoying the beach, I see." [in Ruvic]

You straighten to stand near the southward direction.

Yasin the Blacksmith disembarks from a sturdy gloamwood rowboat, dipping his head as Marcella holds it steady. He rests his booted feet upon the pebbled beach and lets out a sigh. "I hope she enjoyed watching our journey," [in Ruvic] he says to Ighlaf the Painter of a scrawny brown milk cow.

Yasin the Blacksmith steps away from the southward direction, leaving.

Scholar Ziyad gratefully accepts Yasin the Blacksmith's hand as he disembarks. "Thank you," [in Ruvic] he murmurs softly while he takes a few steps to regain his balance on unmoving ground.

You have emoted: Demetrius turns to look at Marcella for a long moment as he steps out of the boat, a faint crease working its way across his brow. Then he just nods, slowly, and turns to look off along the lonely beach.

Yasin the Blacksmith shifts a heavy oaken oar from his fist, now simply holding it.

Yasin the Blacksmith approaches the southward direction.

Yasin the Blacksmith puts a heavy oaken oar in a sturdy gloamwood rowboat.

A scrawny brown milk cow straightens to stand within the general area.

Marcella proceeds to haul the rowboat up further onto the beach, finally nestling it tidily into the sand and rocks just above the wrack marking high tide.

"I think that everyone can use some warm food and good rest, especially our stalwart rowers," [in Ruvic] Scholar Ziyad says, gesturing at Yasin the Blacksmith and Marcella.

Yasin the Blacksmith goes to stand near the general area, joining a small crowd.

Scholar Ziyad goes to stand near the general area, joining a small crowd.

A sturdy gloamwood rowboat has been drawn up onto the beach and nestled amidst the sand and rocks above the high tide line. (Room Pose Arranged)

Ighlaf the Painter flickers a grin to Yasin the Blacksmith, then murmurs to Scholar Ziyad, "There is leftover cake if not stale." [in Ruvic]

You squint at a scrawny brown milk cow.

Yasin the Blacksmith chuckles to Scholar Ziyad, and his lips curv to a brief grin which he sets to Ighlaf the Painter as well. He nods his head. "Ziyad, that is precisely what I intend to do, right now." [in Ruvic]

Yasin the Blacksmith asks you, now ignoring a scrawny brown milk cow, "So, Your Grace, now that we've confirmed the gap with our own eyes... the next step is to hire on a captain, crew, and commission a ship?" [in Ruvic]

You have emoted: Demetrius leaves a scrawny brown milk cow to its cud and returns his attention to Yasin the Blacksmith. "That is so," [in Ruvic] he confirms with a small nod. "I will begin to put word about town that we mean to set sail for the southeast, and for foreign shores, and are in need of a crew suitable to such a journey." [in Ruvic]

The weather continues fair but cold, wispy white clouds bright in the pale gold light from the sun.

You say, "Obviously at the same time -- or even before -- I will contract with one of the shipwrights to build a ship that is likewise suitable... with whatever sorts of modifications seem needful." [in Ruvic]

Yasin the Blacksmith smiles at this response, and he turns his head to look in the vague direction southeast, towards the Adeleantean Sea. He says wistfully, "...Can hardly imagine the possibility of actually setting sail for home." [in Ruvic] Then lets out a breath and looks to the others.

Glancing absently towards a sturdy gloamwood rowboat, you say, "For instance, oars." [in Ruvic]

A scrawny brown milk cow sits down on the ground, bending down with a whuffle of air through large nostrils.

Ighlaf the Painter listens quietly for several moments in thought. They murmur to Yasin the Blacksmith, "Yes, entirely so." [in Ruvic]

Yasin the Blacksmith nods to your words. "...Great, big oars." [in Ruvic]

"To see home again..." [in Ruvic] Scholar Ziyad murmurs softly. He inhales deeply and releases the breath in a long plume of vapor. "Now that I've seen the gap myself, the spark of hope that I've been clinging on to has grown into a bright ember." [in Ruvic]

"A fine plan, Your Grace." [in Ruvic] Yasin the Blacksmith says, refocusing, and dipping his head more formally. "Please let us know if we can be helpful in some way." [in Ruvic]

You have emoted: Demetrius rubs his hands together as he nods to Yasin the Blacksmith vaguely. Despite the apparent success of the journey the triumphant mood seems to have left him already, and he appears restless and distracted.

You have emoted: Demetrius murmurs in reply to Yasin the Blacksmith, "Yes, I will certainly do so. There are any number of things to be done..." [in Ruvic]

Ighlaf the Painter considers for several moment, then carefully asks you, "Given the destinations, do you happen to speak any of the languages from our land?" [in Ruvic]

Marcella crunches back down across the beach to you and tilts her head lightly in the direction of the path leading up the cliffs.

Scattered clouds drift through the sky, sparsely floating above the sea.

Yasin the Blacksmith nods his head to you, before looking to the others. "I intend to walk back to the inn, have a bite, and then... I think take a rather long rest." [in Ruvic]

"No doubt those of us who are stuck on these shores with no way home will flock to the call, Your Grace. I shall also do my best to assist however I can," [in Ruvic] Scholar Ziyad states, drawing himself tall with his shoulders squared.

A scrawny brown milk cow straightens to stand within the general area.

You have emoted: Demetrius frowns briefly over at Marcella as he answers, "No, I shall have to learn Sirdabi far better." [in Ruvic]

Ighlaf the Painter dips their head at that, "I, alongside others would be able to assist in that." [in Ruvic]

You have emoted: An uncertain look passes across Demetrius's face. "Or... well. Never mind all that now. As Signor Yasin says, a rest and a meal are long overdue." [in Ruvic]

(At the general area): Yasin the Blacksmith gives a nod of agreement to Scholar Ziyad.

Yasin the Blacksmith considers this exchange between you and Ighlaf the Painter. He suggests with a smile, "Some time on the ship seems a fine time for lessons in the language." [in Ruvic]

With a quiet exhalation, you say, "Well, let us be off and back to town." [in Ruvic]

You walk northwest. You are followed by a small group.

[Sea Cliffs, A Winding Path Between the Rocks]
Better suited to goats than people, the trail clings to the side of the sea cliffs where the grade is somewhat less steep -- but certainly still steep enough for human traffic. Fine scree and windblown sand cover the lower reaches of the trail, making for still more uncertain footing. Luckily, a thin strip of beach spreads out just below to the southeast, a welcome sight despite the isolation of this spot.
Ighlaf the Painter is here. Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Scholar Ziyad is here. Marcella is here.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: southeast and north

You walk north. You are followed by a small group.

Ighlaf the Painter smiles at Yasin the Blacksmith and gives a general nod of agreement as their feet are poised to walk.

[Sea Cliffs, A Winding Path Between the Rocks]
This trail plunges steeply south down the side of the sea cliffs, following a natural ledge that is wide enough only for travel in single file. Patches of chert extrude from the side of the cliff, smooth and softly lustrous against the rougher limestone that surrounds it. Not too far below, a narrow beach can be seen hugging the base of the sheer rocks. Here is a broken small rock.
Ighlaf the Painter is here. Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Scholar Ziyad is here. Marcella is here.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: northwest and south

You walk northwest. You are followed by a small group.

You walk down to the northeast. You are followed by a small group.

[Sea Cliffs, Lookout Trail, Pine Grove]
The waters of St Loomis Bay roll out below the sea cliffs, long white-topped waves sweeping in from far to the east. On the west side of the trail a small grove of crag pines raise their limbs in defiance of the wind, though that same wind has sculpted them until they resemble pennants stuck in the chalky ground. Descending mildly to the north, the path continues at a steeper grade up to the southwest.
Ighlaf the Painter is here. Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Scholar Ziyad is here. Marcella is here.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: north and up to the southwest

You walk north. You are followed by a small group.

You walk northeast. You are followed by a small group.

[Sea Cliffs, Lookout Trail]
Wiregrass rustles all around as the trail emerges from an outgrowth of trees to the northeast and strikes out into the open air of the cliffs. The breeze is tangy with the smell of brine, and damp with the touch of the sea that stretches out boundlessly eastward. In the waters to the south of St Loomis fishing boats bob upon the waves, looking small as water bugs from this vantage.
Ighlaf the Painter is here. Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Scholar Ziyad is here. Marcella is here.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: southwest and northeast

You walk northeast. You are followed by a small group.

[Sea Cliffs, Lookout Trail]
Soft shadows dapple the surface of the path as it dips a short ways into the outgrowth of the Westwood. Tall gloam pines mingle with the humbler forms of their twisted crag cousins, though both pines show the effects of constant wind and frequent storm in their stunted seaward limbs. Quitting the level ground and forging upward and back out of the trees southwest, the trail continues its trek.
Ighlaf the Painter is here. Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Scholar Ziyad is here. Marcella is here.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: east and southwest

You walk east. You are followed by a small group.

[Sea Cliffs, Lookout Trail]
The path levels out briefly here, running parallel to the edge of the windblown sea cliffs. Below to the east the rooftops of St Loomis tumble down to the harbor, where ships glide in and out of the busy docks. Ascending to the west, the trail continues to hug the trees which line the cliff like a row of dark-garbed sentries.
Ighlaf the Painter is here. Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Scholar Ziyad is here. Marcella is here.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: east and west

You walk east. You are followed by a small group.

[Sea Cliffs, Lookout Trail]
The wind off the sea continually troubles the outskirts of the forest, setting the heavy branches of the pines swaying and murmuring in protest. The narrow trail weaves along just beneath the dark-needled limbs, its powdery surface further softened by those needles that have fallen in purplish masses. To the east the bay spreads out majestically, with the town of St Loomis hugging its western shore not far away.
Ighlaf the Painter is here. Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Scholar Ziyad is here. Marcella is here.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: west and northeast

(You notice someone moving stealthily!)
With a soft grunt, a roe deer tries to get away!

You walk northeast. You are followed by a small group.

[Sea Cliffs, Lookout Trail]
Hardy grasses wave along the sea cliffs, cut through by the path that snakes up the rising ground to the southwest. The dark boughs of pine trees reach out from the nearby Westwood, though their limbs are bent and gnarled by the ever-present breeze whipping in off the bay. Just down the slope the path meets a much wider road which links a busy lumber camp with the west gate of St Loomis, visible not far below.
A sprawling deciduous bramble bush grows here.
Ighlaf the Painter is here. Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Scholar Ziyad is here. Marcella is here.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: northeast and southwest

You walk northeast. You are followed by a small group.

[Outside St Loomis, Lumber Pathway]
The pathway slopes slightly here, just enough for the traveler to notice a northwestward incline towards the trees and the lumber camp, and a decline towards the stone walls of St Loomis to the east. Since the battered dirt road is elevated enough to look out across the southern cliffs, the vast blue-green panorama of the Adelantean Sea may be viewed receding into the misty horizon. A thin path splits off here from the lumber camp road, winding off along the seaward edge of the forest.
Ighlaf the Painter is here. Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Scholar Ziyad is here. Marcella is here.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: southeast and north
Other: a thin path

The scent of salt drifts on the far-off roar of waves on the rocks.

You walk southeast. You are followed by a small group.

[Outside St Loomis, Lumber Pathway]
The wheel-rutted dirt pathway, wide enough for two lumber carts, stretches through a stubby short grassland of rocks and tree stumps and straggling saplings. To the east rise the stone walls of the town, and to the south, past a perilous field of sharp rocks, the sea can be heard crashing. Westward looms the forest known appropriately as the Westwood, dwarfing a lumber camp in the distance.
Ighlaf the Painter is here. Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Scholar Ziyad is here. Marcella is here.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: northwest and east: lumber camp gate (open)

You walk through the lumber camp gate. You are followed by a small group.

[St Loomis, Lumberyard]
Huge stacks of planking and timber are piled up here, filling the air with the heady fragrance of sawdust and wood sap. Open-air workshops line the perimeter of the yard, while out closer to the center teams of laborers work together to cut logs with long saws or hew timber into shape with axes and hatchets. Meanwhile the finished products of planking and masts are hauled out through the shipyard gates on wagons, while raw materials in the form of great trunks of pine and oak come from both east and west to take their place.
A cluster of small iron bells is near a large holly-and-cragpine wreath. A large holly-and-cragpine wreath has been hung above east, adding a festive note even to this utilitarian locale. A lit Mistwatch lantern stands sentinel on a tall pole.
Ighlaf the Painter is here. Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Scholar Ziyad is here. Marcella is here.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above. The all-consuming scent of fresh sawdust and wood sap hangs heavily here.
Cardinal Exits: east: lumberyard gates (open), west: lumber camp gate (open), and north

You walk through the lumberyard gates. You are followed by a small group.

[St Loomis, Shipyards]
If the rest of the shipyard seems bustling with men and materials, it's nothing compared to the commotion centered around the entrance to the lumberyard. Teams of mules hauling carts full of fresh planking weave their way through knots of gesticulating workers and darting errand-runners, while the way is additionally cluttered by handcarts whose agile maneuverings nevertheless occasionally send a box or barrel careening onto the ground. An air of purposeful confusion fills the area, paradoxical and electrifying.
Ighlaf the Painter is here. Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Scholar Ziyad is here. Marcella is here.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above. An overpowering aroma of acrid tar and fresh sawdust pollutes the space.
Cardinal Exits: south, east, and west: lumberyard gates (open)

You walk east. You are followed by a small group.

[St Loomis, Shipyards]
Warehouses line the northern end of the shipyard, housing necessary stores for shipbuilding and occasionally providing storage for smaller boats awaiting repair or sitting out the inclement winter. A few small stalls provide on-site work areas for craftsmen planing wood and producing pegs, ropes, and other essential fittings for the many vessels visible from this spot in various states of completion.
Ighlaf the Painter is here. Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Scholar Ziyad is here. Marcella is here.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above. An exhaustive perfume of acrid tar and fresh sawdust lurks.
Cardinal Exits: south, west, and east
Other: a narrow alley

The wind off the ocean produces a homely whistling sound as it blows through a narrow alley leading north between warehouses.

You head down a narrow alley. You are followed by a small group.

[St Loomis, Turpin Alley]
Cleanly cutting between warehouses, this is a relatively neat alleyway. As this side route to the docks provides access to the new vessels under construction at the shipyard rather than to the aged fishing boats further east, the salty fragrance of the clear sea can break through the comfortable must of lumber and sawdust. The alley itself is narrow and dim but straight, besides being lined with well-kept crushed stone that suggests people of importance travel this way from time to time.
Ighlaf the Painter is here. Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Scholar Ziyad is here. Marcella is here.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: south and north

You walk north. You are followed by a small group.

[St Loomis, Intersection of Cross and Silver Streets]
St Loomis's outer wall can be seen from this intersection, standing as a stark backdrop to the refined housing also visible to the west. The street narrows as it approaches the wall, but is still wide enough to accommodate a few wagons. Meanwhile a well-traveled alley pushes southward, elbowing a path between warehouses on its way to the shipyards whose acrid scent carries even here when the breeze off the sea is particularly strong.
Ighlaf the Painter is here. Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Scholar Ziyad is here. Marcella is here.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: east, west, and north
Other: a well-kept alley and a small pottery shop: woad-painted door (open)

Intermittent strains of music float down the street from the north.

You walk east. You are followed by a small group.

[St Loomis, Cross Street]
Taller stone buildings can be seen towards the west, but here the neatly-cobbled street is flanked by the backs of warehouses on the south and modest but attractive shop fronts on the north. The street is wide and kept relatively clean of filth, with plenty of hitching posts along the sides. What looks to be a pothole on the edge of the eastern end of the street has unusually been planted with a small tree, perhaps to discourage overly hasty wagon traffic traveling between warehouses and docks.
A cluster of small iron bells hang from a pretty holly-and-cragpine garland, giving a cheerful intermittent jingle whenever the wind blows. A pretty holly-and-cragpine garland is draped festively around a wide southern storefront.
A freckled guard of the town watch patrols the area. Ighlaf the Painter is here. Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Scholar Ziyad is here. Marcella is here.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: east, west, and a wide southern storefront: pinewood door (open)

You walk east. You are followed by a small group.

A freckled guard of the town watch walks over from the west, patrolling.

[St Loomis, Intersection of Cross and Compass Street]
An arched wooden sign painted with a bundle of bright green herbs graces the storefront of a small plank building on the south side of the street. Jammed between a line of low warehouses that begins just to its west and a taller brick building on the east, the little shop might still go unnoticed were it not for the cheerful display of red-berried holly in several pots by the low front stoop. Cross Street continues east and west, while a smaller lane meanders in from the north.
Ighlaf the Painter is here. Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Scholar Ziyad is here. Marcella is here. A freckled guard of the town watch patrols the area.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: west, east, and north
Other: a small plank shop: sage green door (open)

A soft herbal fragrance hovers in the air, mixed with the briny scent blown in from the harbor.

You walk east. You are followed by a small group.

You walk east. You are followed by a small group.

[St Loomis, Cross Street]
Respectable commerce occupies this wide street, paved with worn cobbles. Both single- and two-story buildings line the way, mostly small shops with the owners' residences set behind or above the storefronts. A twig wreath tied with a red and blue plaid ribbon hangs in one upper story window, the work of some house-proud inhabitant.
Ighlaf the Painter is here. Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Scholar Ziyad is here. Marcella is here.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: west, east, a southern storefront: thimble-marked door (open), and a northern storefront: peppercorn-marked door (open)

You walk east. You are followed by a small group.

[St Loomis, Market Square]
Just as traffic from north Main Street begins to grow uncomfortably clogged by a sudden proliferation of market stalls, the road widens into a cobble-paved square that provides ample space for the town's various artisans to hawk their wares. Carts and wagons travel unhindered along the tidy length of Cross Street to the west, but to the east a dirty ramble of alleyways contains potholes and pits aplenty.
A bedraggled holly-and-cragpine garland is draped all around the stalls and tables of the market, looking festive despite already being a bit disheveled. A cluster of small iron bells have been hung from a wind-blown loop of a bedraggled holly-and-cragpine garland between neighboring stalls, where they fill the air with their cheerful jangling. A collection of baskets is lined up at one side of the square, looked over by a sharp-eyed girl. A farm stand has been set up in the square on the back of a wagon. A lit Mistwatch lantern stands sentinel on a tall pole.
Also here is Forager Exa. Ighlaf the Painter is here. Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Scholar Ziyad is here. Marcella is here.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: north, south, west, and east
Other: over to the perfume stall

You walk north. You are followed by a small group.

[St Loomis, Main Street]
The way grows muddier and more haphazard as one proceeds further south along Main Street. Wooden planks cross shallow roadside trenches from residences and shops alike, and here and there a vendor's stall narrows the cobbled road in such a way as to earn the enmity of haste-making wagon drivers. Westward a narrow court branches off the street, while off to the north a stonewalled yard encircles a soaring spire-topped church, appearing to offer some small refuge from the chaos.
Ighlaf the Painter is here. Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Scholar Ziyad is here. Marcella is here.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: south, southeast, north, and west

You walk north. You are followed by a small group.

[St Loomis, Main Street, Before the Cathedral Yard]
Main Street widens fractionally here, just where a wide opening appears in the stone wall to the west. Through that opening lies the broad flagstone yard of the modest yet beautiful Cathedral of the Blessed Wayfarer, its narrow windows and tall arches sweeping heavenward in graceful lines. Despite being plagued by the persistent drift of refuse from the nearby market and slum areas, the road is kept miraculously clear by what seems to be a small army of young street sweepers, likely recruited from those very slums.
A cheerful holly-and-cragpine garland festoons the stone wall around the cathedral yard. A small pushcart sells devotional items on the side of the street across from the cathedral yard.
Ighlaf the Painter is here. Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Scholar Ziyad is here. Marcella is here.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: north, south, and west to the cathedral yard

You walk north. You are followed by a small group.

[St Loomis, Main Street, Outside the Seaglass Inn]
Icicles hang in frozen splendor from the eaves of a two-story building on the western side of sturdy cobbled Main Street. The structure's creaking wooden sign is painted with a pale green shard over the etched symbols of a tankard and a bed, with a matching sigil marking a rustic wooden gate in the stone wall that adjoins the building on the north. A neat cedar bench set to one side of the doors allows a fine view of the street out of the way of traffic. Off to the north the intersection with Post Street is visible, where crowds gather around the central fountain with its miniature lighthouse beacon.
A cluster of small iron bells are settled securely into a festive holly-and-cragpine wreath, positioned so any shifting of the doors encourages further jingling. A festive holly-and-cragpine wreath hangs above the doors of the Seaglass Inn.
Ighlaf the Painter is here. Yasin the Blacksmith is here. Scholar Ziyad is here. Marcella is here.
Scattered clouds drift coldly above.
Cardinal Exits: south, north, and west: rustic wooden gate (open)
Other: the Seaglass Inn: set of double doors (closed)

A small muddy puddle in the cobbled street offers up a mirror for the sky.

Ighlaf the Painter gives a small pleased sigh as they see the doors of of the inn.

A chilly breeze scatters the clouds overhead, sending shadows racing.

You have emoted: Demetrius stops outside the door to the inn, his eyes falling upon a festive holly-and-cragpine wreath for a moment as he stands there. A faint frown pulls at his mouth, but then he returns his attention to the others.

Scholar Ziyad sketches a bow to you when the group stops by the door of the inn. "Thank you for including us, Your Grace." [in Ruvic]

You have emoted: Demetrius announces, "Well, this is the end of our grand journey! I thank you for your time and efforts. They were most invaluable." [in Ruvic]

Yasin the Blacksmith pauses in his walk through the town as they reach the exterior of the inn. He dips his head again to you, and gives another nod of respect to Marcella. "Thank you, your Grace," [in Ruvic] he says to the former in echo of Scholar Ziyad. "I... found that journey motivating. May the Dreamer guide you, until next we speak." [in Ruvic]

(Hidden) Yasin the Blacksmith's eyes flit curiously, briefly, to a festive holly-and-cragpine wreath after that faint frown from you.

You have emoted: "Indeed," [in Ruvic] Demetrius says with a nod. "Fair dreaming to you all, and good night." [in Ruvic] And with that he turns quickly and strides up the street, not even bothering to beckon Marcella.

Ighlaf the Painter echoes, "Thank you, Your Grace." [in Ruvic] then their next words are aim to Marcella. "Thank you for the rowing, may you never have to that distance again." [in Ruvic]

Demetrius starts towards the northward direction. (Stand - near the northward direction -)

Marcella follows you. (Stand - near the northward direction -)

Yasin the Blacksmith dips his head, then gives an echo of Ighlaf the Painter's words towards Marcella, "Thank you for the steadfast rowing," [in Ruvic] he calls out. Whether heard, or not.

"Fairing dreaming to the both of you," [in Ruvic] Scholar Ziyad utters after dipping into yet another bow. He lifts a hand to wave at Marcella and you upon straightening.

Doesn't seem to need any beckoning anyway, as Marcella simply follows along as if such peremptoriness were natural.

You walk north.