Vencarlo points out to a spot on the river. "It went down about there. " 'There' is an uncomfortably large stretch of water. Vencarlo grins as if this is not great thing. He slaps the side of the chest that's on the back of the mule he brought. "I know some people who were able to talk to some people in the Academy." No small task. You learned that the great and powerful Academy had magically sealed all entrances until the plague was over. "  They got us these. They're loaners. But should get the job done."

He hands each of you a small pearl. "This will let you breathe underwater. It will also let you move relatively normally. They have to be on your person. Touching the skin. " Each one is bound on a thick string so it can be worn like a necklace. "Put 'em under your shirts. "

He hands each of you a small bamboo tube. Each end is sealed tightly with thick wax. "Just in case...there's a brew that will let you breathe underwater inside each one. It won't last long. To use it put one end in your mouth and bite the seal. Swallow the fluid. It won't last long. So if you have to use it, head for the surface as quick as you can. "

The last thing he takes out are several pieces of quarts. Each one has been enchqnted to shine light, though a dimmer light than normal. "So you can see. "

He sighs and shuts the chest. "The pearls are supposed to allow you to speak underwater. How effective that will be I don't know." He glances at Tarrov and Izzick . "Can't say what it will do to your magic."

He grins again. "But. I did think to stop and pick up a few things." He gestures to the instruments strapped to the back of the mule.

There's a trident. Some short spears. And what appears to be two modified crossbows. They have smaller than usual bolts. "Supposedly the tritons use these. Underwater crossbows. I never heard of such. But...my source says they'll work. I didn't ask how he got them."

He nods at the row boat waiting on the shore below. "I'll row you out and wait around for you. Any questions?"

"Thank you for the aid good sir." Vaddis says as he accepts the items and puts the pearl around his neck and tucks it neatly inside his shirt and armor so that it was against his skin as instructed. He puts the tube inside his pack just in case he needed it. He also accepted the trident.

Selvin was awake but tired and summoned his ally as normal. He folded up his new wings and walked along with the group to their destination.

Once there he listed to Vencarlo. He eyed the pearl for a moment but then took it. His ally allowed him to breathe underwater, but he didn't mention that because what if his ally were banished or killed? He would need the pearl then. He put the pearl necklace on and slipped it into his shirt. He shrugged and took the bamboo tube, really hoping that this wouldn't be necessary.

The quartz was a mixed blessing too. Selvin could see in the dark while his ally was with him, but not all his traveling companions could so he would just have to live with light. Luckily he had low-light vision himself so that should help.

At the weapons, Selvin's eyebrows shot upwards. He looked at the rest. "Who wants which? I don't need any, except for distance."

He chuckled at their 'benefactor'. "I think you have been very thorough. Thank you."

He gestures to the boat. "Shall we?  "

He is quite spry for a man his age. He asks for no help in manning the oars and appears to need none. He stops when you are two stone throws from the opposite shore and hands one of you a rope. A bell is tied to one end. "Here. Take the end without the bell. It will only go a hundred feet or so. If something happens, pull on it and...well. I'll do what I can." He looks at you all. "Good luck. "

The water is cold. The pearls make it tolerable, but just barely. The current is strong but not enough to be a hinderance. You each become accustomed to the feeling of breathing water and then get to work.

Vencarlo's sources were accurate. The Direption lays on the river bed, eighty feet down and a couple of hundred feet from where you dived. The boat appears to have split in two. The front third lays on top of a large rock outcrop. It rests there on it's hull, forming a seventy degree angle with the rock. The other half of the ship lays on the other side of the rock. It came to rest on it's side.

The break in the ship reveals two decks below. You see no signs of life around the ship.

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"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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