"Tell them it's a game. wot do them soft rich people call it... A lark." Questa said.  "Yer used ter be the best."

"Hmm, well until we start getting back to normal, there won't be much in the line of amusements. Except those we come up with ourselves. But first will be figuring out the books and talismans from the manor."

"It'll be 'ours before they're back... Even longer or never if they run into trouble." Questa reminded Sileas.

"Xavier is an excellent fighter and I believe most of these knights are of the King's own men. But we still have to find a place for them to bring the things, we need to begin to search."
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Questa sighed, Picking pockets was so much more fun. She missed the old days of when the gang would compete to see who could pick the most pockets, and who got the most swag.

Sileas headed for the kitchen.

Wulfsen was talking to a couple of his knights about a trip to Portside. He smiled when he spotted Sileas.

In reply to Wulfsen Thornblade (msg # 157):

Sileas managed a small smile. She stopped walking and waited a short distance away until he was done.

When Lek realized they were talking about going to Portside he did not waste any time.

"We need to go to Portside!"

"Lek, let him finish speaking with his knights. We'll find a wagon or a few horses." Sileas wished Lightning was in condition to be ridden. She would love a nice long ridge like that.

Wulfsen blinked, disoriented by Lek interrupting his knight.

"Why do you need to go to Portside?" He asked Sileas.

"Sailors!" Lek declared, holding up the map. "We need to find sailors."

Sileas groaned. "Lek, if you interrupt Wulfsen, he won't let us go." She glanced at Wulfsen. "He's very anxious, he's found an important clue and wants to save his father. Please forgive his excitability."

"Is that a map?" Wulfsen asked curiously. He did not blame Lek for being excited.

"Ila drew it." Lek bounced in place. "A sailor is bound to know where this island is, then we can go find Papa!"

"Questa and I can keep an eye on him and pick up a few things while we're there also. We were hoping you would let us take a wagon and go," Sileas asked hopefully.

Wulfsen scratched his chin as he looked at the map. There were not a lot of details, but it was something to start with.

"It's a good idea to show it to sailors." Wulfsen said, frowning. "The three of you can't go to Portside alone, it's too dangerous." Wulfsen pondered if he could escort Sileas to Portside himself.

"We would be agreeable to going with some of the men but we wouldn't want to be an inconvenience or get in their way." Sileas frowned. "Portside isn't that dangerous, if you know where to stay away from. It's not like the mermen or the raiders are there."

"I wasn't worried about Portside itself, but the road to it." Wulfsen said. "I'll see to it that you don't have to travel alone."

Sileas nodded. "We'll be ready and waiting down by the stables. Do either of you need to grab anything?" Thankfully her coin pouch was still on her belt, hidden under her tunic.

"Millie!" Lek said and darted to the healing room.
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In reply to Lek Gerthrim (msg # 171):

Sileas blinked. She looked to Questa. "Can you go to the healing room and get my bow and my quiver? Aunt Lia and Yehudit are probably still there."

Questa scowled. "Yer should go in there and give that crazy muvver a punch in the face and cop yor bow and arrows yorself."

"It would just cause too much trouble." Sileas wasn't about to admit that she had always admired and looked up to Lia and didn't have the heart to do so. She was only protecting her daughter, after all.

"Can't be fun walkin' on eggshells all the time. Not so bad, right, I'll cop yor bow, softy." Questa grumbled and prowled towards the healing room.