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When Bofi gives the command to hoist anchor, Ouragana asks him if it helps when she "grease"s the anchor chain, if she gets the go-ahead, she will do so.

She will avoid almost everybody, showing up only for meals and speak the bare minimum. After resting, she'll study "feather fall".

Arei spends her time on ship helping where she can, using her skills and trying to shake off the bad feeling inside her.

Approaching Joyceln after placing her gear by a bunk she gives her a little wave, "Regardless of what happened, we need to discuss payment with Dalaim, you should do that." Her voice is shaking with each word, the lines of worry are evident on her Elven features.

(OOC: She plans to get the potions identified and buy a light crossbow and bolts.)

Val sulks for the first few hours before doing something to occupy her time.

"Honestly, I'm not sure he should pay a couple of us," Jocelyn says. "But I'll talk to him after I talk to Noah," Jocelyn says to the elf.

"I do not wish to argue with you." Arei says softly, "You do not know me, and I do not know you, but life here in the real.world is not black and white, it is many shades of grey like our Gnome friend."

"I had my reasons, did you stop to ask why?" Shaking her head she turns away a moment. "Regardless, I had planned to give my pay to Andar, he needs to rebuild his life."

"But thank you." She walks away to see the Captain, leaving the Cleric to consider her words.

Areilon finds the captain by the wheel. "Steady as she goes," he tells the sailor steering. "Let's pray for a good, strong wind to take us home."

"Captain." Arei says with a little cough to attract his attention. "I would be happy to offer the crew some assistance, with your blessing. I hope I have proved my worth already?"

"Also, I wonder if I could meet with your Storm Sorcerer? I obtained some items which I would like them to take a look at... In fact I believe some of my friends will as well." She smiles and taps her coin purse, "I have money, I might be interested in purchasing some items also."

"....And why am I getting that lecture?" Jocelyn asks herself. She shakes her head, and moves to join Noah. "So, we need to talk."

The captain turns toward Areilon and arches a brow. "Aye? Proven your worth how?" he asks, as he had not witnessed anything that happened on the island. He shrugs. "In any case, I can point you to our sorcerer and our quartermaster, if you need to do business with them. The sorcerer is in my cabin, with the maps, plotting our journey. The quartermaster is probably down in the cargo hold, taking inventory for the umpteenth time."

Jocelyn finds Noah on the port side of the ship, leaning on the railing and chewing on something. "What did you need?" he asks the acolyte. "Everything go okay on the island?

"I meant as a sailor. Did I not show my skills on the trip here?" Shrugging back she nods and heads to the captains cabin, making sure the potions are in easy reach. "Excuse me." She says with a little knock.

"No, things didn't go well on the island at all," Jocelyn said. "We were attacked by the tribals almost constantly. We took one captive hoping that perhaps that would help open a line of communication between us and the natives on that island, but that didn't work either. Then we learned that they worship some demon God that devours souls, so that was sort of my first clue that this people weren't exactly good people," she explained. "Then, after finding Andar, Ouragana and Areilon decided we couldn't kill anymore tribals because apparently it was wrong despite the fact that they would willing capture Ouragana and myself if they could so that they could repopulate their people. It was clear that these people were evil, and we did nothing but walk away from it." Clearly, she seems frustrated with the whole matter.

Areilon finds the door is open. Inside is a human woman with an odd contrast of dark skin but light hair. She is pouring over a number of maps with a needle compass. She barely looks up at Areilon's knock. "What is it?" she asks, scribbling some notes onto some parchment.

Meanwhile, Noah considers Jocelyn's words. "Sometimes despite our best efforts, killing is a necessity. But a priest of Octhanus should never seek out death, and should never actually want to cause it, no matter how evil the opposition might be," he points out.

"I came to ask to discuss some business with you." Producing the potions she places them on a flat surface. "We found these on the island, someone was powerful enough to make them."

"But I have no idea what they are. Is that something you can help me with? For a suitable fee? My friends have some too." Smiling she taps her coin purse."

"Also.... This is delicate, one of your 'ilk' came with us, I think she suffered badly, I think she needs the aid of one of her own. Could you talk to her?" Arei asks, playing with her hair.

"I wasn't actually seeking out death," Jocelyn says. "Everything I did was completely in self defense, and I just wanted to keep doing that so that we could get the item that they worshiped. Their sacrifices feed it."

The sorceress goes about her business, until Areilon lays the two waterskins on the table. Clearly intrigued, she puts down her compass and steps over to investigate them. She pops the cork of each, sniffs at them, and then nods in confirmation. "Yes, they are potions. I can identify their properties for you...ten gold per potion," she offers.

The woman frowns at Areilon's third statement, though. "One of my ilk, elf? What is that supposed to mean exactly?" she asks, her voice tinged with slight offense.

Meanwhile, on the port side of the ship, Noah nods. "Then it's a pity it wasn't destroyed. But, if these people are as evil as you say, they probably would have found some other idol to make sacrifices to, or maybe just continued on with them without any idol at all. We can at least take solace that they are isolated far away from everyone else."