Re: Wreck of the Direption
"Huh," said Tarrov, slipping the pearl necklace over his neck and ensuring it was touching his skin. He also took one of the small crossbows--it seemed as if his trusty whip wouldn't be much use where they were going. Finally he took the bamboo potion and secured it in a pocket of his vest where he could easily reach it . . . he didn't want to learn what it was like to suddenly find himself out of breath underwater for one second longer than he had to.
He took one of the glowing pieces of quartz in his hand, wondering if he could string it into a necklace as well. "Yes, thank you, Vencarlo," the bard nodded his agreement with Vaddis. "These are incredibly helpful. Hopefully we'll be in a condition to return them to you," he grinned mirthlessly, "seeing as they are loaners."
"Let's go then."
Tarrov boarded the boat with an attempt at good humor and was shortly suitably impressed with Vencarlo's rowing ability; he wasn't sure he could have done the same and he was a third of the older man's age. After the boat stopped, Tarrov listened intently to Vecarlo's instruction.
"Thanks again," he said as he dipped a toe into the water, wincing at the chill. "Hopefully we won't need it." Whether he was referring to the bell, the luck, or both was a little unclear, but he was too preoccupied with the temperature of the water to clarify. "Outstanding." The silver-haired bard sighed, then took a deep breach and jumped in.
"Holy Desna!" He tried not to shriek as he jumped into the water. It was cold. It took some time to adjust to the water, but eventually he only felt chilled through rather than a human icicle.
"Hmmm," Tarrov said, testing out the voice properties of their pearls as they approached the ship. "Guess we're heading in? I vote bottom deck."
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