> Jarran whistled as he gathered his gear together. He felt his heart
> beating with excitement at the knowledge that at long last they would be
> leaving Athkatla to rescue Imoen. Kay settled into a comfortable position
> on top of the wardrobe, watching this activity with amusement.
> It is only a ship, Jarran. A person would think that you were about to
> travel the planes.
> Getting Imoen back is better than any exotic wonder I could find on
> another plane, Kay. By the gods, I have missed her so.
> Really? I thought your druid was occupying your mind.
> That's different. Jaheira is my love, but Imoen is family.
Aww...
> An interesting description. By the way, young master…. The pseudodragon
> seemed to duck his head in embarrassment. I do not really like sea
> travel. You will probably not see much of me on the voyage, because I
> intend to find a quiet spot and sleep my way to the island. I did not want
> you to worry about me. Jarran sat down on the bed with a thump. Hells,
> Kay, why did you have to remind me?
> Remind you of what?
> I get seasick. Violently, horribly seasick. I am going to be miserable for
> days. I was so excited about seeing Imoen again, I just… forgot.
This is going to be an unpleasant trip for the both of them.
> “How dare you speak to me that way?” he heard Jaheira say.
> “I cannot contain myself any longer,” he heard Mazzy reply. “Your conduct
> has been shameful.” Jarran was startled at her tone. Mazzy had been a bit
> quiet the last few days, but she and Jaheira had never had cross words.
> “My conduct, shameful or not, is none of your affair.”
> “It is. Jarran is our leader, and he has earned my respect. I care about
> his well-being, and I will not see him used by a woman old enough to know
> better.”
> “So! You think I am merely toying with him? That I care nothing for him?”
> “No. But you are letting your grief blind you to what you are doing to
> him. Look at your behavior, Jaheira. Your husband has been dead for… how
> long? And you are sharing a bed with another man?”
Mazzy is being very invasive, and not very nice.
you…,” Jaheira sputtered.
> “Tell me truly, Jaheira, who do you love?”
> “I do not have to suffer this interrogation!”
> “Who do you love? Which one?”
> “Let me be!”
> “Who do you love?” Mazzy shouted.
> “KHALID, OF COURSE!” Jaheira screamed in return.
Poor Jarran, having to hear his worst fears vocalized. Still, Mazzy should not have done that, no matter what her motives are.
> It was only a short way from Valygar's home to the docks, and it did not
> take long for them to find the pier that they had been told to go to. They
> saw Aran Linvail speaking to a slightly portly sailor who was twirling the
> end of his elaborately curled mustache. When the Shadowmaster saw them, he
> smiled thinly and said, “Well Jarran, you now see where the bulk of your
> gold went. We have booked your passage and paid for the silence of the
> crew.”
> The other man laughed heartily. “Silence is a relative term, for my crew
> is a rowdy bunch. I like a cheerful ship.”
I bet Jarran knows lots of Silence spells.
> “Ah, Yoshimo? He has already arrived.” The captain pointed, and they
> looked up.
> Yoshimo was high in the rigging of the ship, his feet bare and his hair
> unrestrained. His black hair flowed behind him as he swung from one rope
> to another. The Kozakuran scrambled into the crow's nest and laughed.
> Jarran realized with a start that he had never seen Yoshimo smiling so
> openly.
*sniff* This is Yoshimo's last chance at happiness before Spellhold.
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