Kalanos turns to Soldath. "Well, I'll be takin' you as far as Misha's ferry, then movin' on to Ilyakana, hopin' I can make it by nightfall." He scratches his beard as the looks at the river for a moment. "With this current you never know."
He continues. "Misha's a crazy old lady. Got a pet bear. But she's a good cook and can put a roof over yer head for the night. You set out early enough the next day and you should make it to Sukisyn by nightfall."
Athelstan, as the two chat you notice that the boat has a 3 foot gunwale, and some heavy oars. That's about it.
The boat man smiles at Jarek as he offers to help. "Nope," he says. "I pay 'em to do the rowin'
and the loadin'. They can do it. Just wait till they're done before movin' in, all right?" he adds, nodding and smiling as he shakes Marion's hand.
At Igli's question, Kalanos laughs. "Stephan? Well, since I was a boy, I reckon. Grew up at the next homestead. He and his brother Pyotr terrorizin' the countryside on horseback. A couple a hell-raisers, the both of them were. Good men, though."
At Tret's question, some of the crew look up from their work. Kalanos raises an eyebrow. "Well, the sooner we shove off, the sooner we get there, and nobody has to sleep with anybody. Deal?"
As for the crew, Tret, they all look like deckhands and dirtbags. What do you think D&D stands for?
When the last barrell's been packed, Kalanos surveys the work. "All right, then, he says. On you go, then. Welcome aboard. And mind the gap."
Get thee to the dungeon. Get thee to the dungeon forthwith. Pass not the barbican. Amass not 200 GP.