Leohart looks up from his work, assessing the newcomer. He places his hand on his chest and straightens somewhat. "I am Leohart Pridehand."

I am Amalrik ... as he gently pulls the Wandering One from the watery clutches. And this is our Wandering One and his wonderful sidekick Chomper. Amalrik invites Chomper to start licking the older one dry before a cold, flu, or something even worse sets in. Lifeguard duties done, he returns to a vacant oar in need of use. Are you another Wandering One ?? to the lady.

"Might I ask who or what is a wandering one?" she asks with the ghost of a sigh.

She points at the chomper. "And do I want to know what that is? I was never very much into animals."

Kalandra then picks an oar on the opposite side and sets into rowing with a strength surprising for her lithe figure.
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Leohart makes his way over toward Kalandra. "I'm curious, milady," he says. "I remember hearing about Abradoc studying with my master but know that much about him. What was he like?"

Dwarghar Stonebl....ah shut it you filthy animals get back up on the deck an Ahl send ‘Er up! Ya can’t all fit down thah little wee hole without crowding Go! Now and save her names for a moment you wretched dogs!

Dwarghar starts to answer but all the people trying to stuff belowdecks makes him exceedingly uncomfortable and so he swings his sword at them, still in  it’s sheath. Then he waivers them back up and makes room For more. He offers the woman a chance to go up and meet everyone.

The bottleneck at the entrance to the hold is opened as Kalandra goes topside, having quickly gone from stowaway to crew member. As Dwarghar shoos everyone away, the horses nibble on the dwarf's clothing and tug on his beard, cleaning up the raisins lodged everywhere. The mule stays in the corner and lovingly licks raisins off the curled-up gnome, who giggles in his sleep.

After a  few dozen strokes to test the pull, Kalandra looks over and asks--with a smile--"So who's the captain and where are we headed?"

In reply to Leohart, she responds, "All I know of him is that he found me peculiar or dangerous or something enough to hide me away. What, is he dead now?" Kalandra knits her brows. "How long was I stuck there?"
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In reply to Kalandra (msg # 45):

The old man stood and tried to regain his dignity. The faded traveling robes of his order were tattered and frayed insomuch that beneath them, through the holes worn by decades upon decades of journeying, could be seen the dull sheen of armor. His eyes were deeply set, the wrinkles of his face each a tale of their own.

"A Wandering One you ask? A follower of the Wandering God of course. I am Regdoc Y'narc, Seeker and devout of He Whose Boots Have Trodden The Roads Of Everywhere, the God of Travel, Journeys, Excursions, Embarkments, Trips, Sidetreks, Shortcuts, Backways, and Bad-mutton, though I confess that in all my years of worship I've yet to discover what exactly the latter is... some fashion of roadside sport to my understanding though I've never seen nor participated."

"Oh, and this flea-infested mongrel is my serv- OUCH!" Chomper seemed to have taken exception to this introduction by gently biting down on the oldster's wrist. "Let me go I say!"

The pack-dog was enormous and well-muscled with huge paws and a massive head. The teeth just barely seen beneath the bounteous lips were long and very sharp... but there was also a deep intelligence and gentleness and endless patience in the soft brown eyes...

Kalandra nodded at the old man and smiled. "Well met, Regdoc Y'narc, Seeker. You seem like a good companion to have on the way. Whatever the way we're going is"

"I serve the gods of Law I serve the Unified Faith of the Solar Temple."
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"Alietra Le'Arbanveil," Ali introduced herself, inventing a wholly fictitious surname.   Her real surname was Brotz, but no one needed to know that.

"I think we're all Wandering Ones. After a fashion.  If there's a captain...it would be Sir Einhard, I believe.    But, truly, I think this troupe is a bit too...democratic for a captain."   

Alietra had fairly typical strength for her slender frame - which packed a bit extra on the hips and rear, at times, due to her inability to resist chocolate and other sweets.    And drinking too much.   But, no needed to know that, either.

She found something other to busy herself with, than rowing, if at all  possible.
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"And I am Manaku." The elf places his fist on his heart and bows slightly.

"We...have no captain, I think."

"Lord Einhard is our leader."

Jarvak had let everyone else do their intros and purposely not interrupted.

As he kept an eye on the boat and had the wheel he maintained his focus, looking where they were going and occasionally looking where the manticore had gone.

Finally he spoke.

"Hello Kalandra, I'm Jarvak.  A bounty hunter and treasure seeker myself.  Looks like my driving of the boat found a treasure in you!"

He looked down to her and the others and chuckled, but kept his focus on the water.
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Manaku's red eyes turn to Brodd and Alietra and the elf smiles.

"I apologize. Sir Einhard is our leader, yes. On land. Shiphandling is different matter and usually requires a captain-- But perhaps he is skilled in that area, too. I really don't know. I certainly am not."

He glances at the direction they are heading.

"Well, we hardly are on sea, but I still fully expect us to run aground any moment in these shallows... Speaking of which; I should go to bow and try to help Jarvak avoid just that...

Scanning the horizon ahead, he takes a second look before alerting those on the deck, "Hey, I'm seeing a column of smoke to our north." as he looks back and forth between where he sees the smoke and the group below.

"Not sure if that is where you desire to head but either something's burning or we have some kind of habitation up there."

"I vote to head that way. Some people could be drowning or dying,"Kalandra said levelly.

She kept her face serious through a space of seconds, before her lips curled into a lopsided smile.

"Sure--it's a trap---but, I want to go anyway. Alright, you got me."

To Amalrik, smoke could only mean one thing = Well Roasted Meat. And spices to go with it. Food and drink ahead. he mutters while pondering the menu ... The thought of pillaging barbarians would never cross his mind. Trouble causing Riff-Raff, now that was an entirely different matter. Especially if they were eating everything in sight.

"I do hate to point out the following at a time such as this, but - hello m'lady, it's a pleasure - we're running low on rations... perhaps we might replenish our stock at yonder catastrophe, provided we save them and so forth..."

Harald, having reported the obvious, then took his time to resume his introduction to the stowaway. "Hark! At least one pleasant fruit came forth without wrinkle! Forgive my jest Kalandra, but I shan't deny that you've taken us quite by surprise coming forth as you have from that crate of dried fruit. I was quite expecting a vampire, but you certainly don't seem to fit that classification. Allow my to introduce myself, most know me by my stage name, Harald the Herald, but everyone shortens it to just Harald... or perhaps Hey-you when pressed by the moment."

He bowed deeply doffing his hat and presenting a grin full of teeth that might rival the mythical cheshire...

Kalandra clears are throat and says, Hey, you. A pleasure.

Then she bends into the oars in the proper way to the smoke.

Rowing hard to keep his mind off being sea sick at Amalrik's mention of food and drink; Durek lifted his head.  "Food and drink would be good....and perhaps placing my feet on dry land for a bit as well."

Jarvak would love to be on the ground with the others, but maintains his watch.

Standing still would be boring.   He walks a circuit around the ship checking that the lines are tied and everything seems safe.

In reply to Jarvak Amendola (msg # 64):

The bottle is currently lodged on the tip of the pole jutting from he bow (bowsprit). You remove it and examine it but find no markings.

Try placing a twig or such inside that bottle ... Amalirik notices Jarvak examining a bottle.

[move it to the next scene please]