Chapter Four Hundred and Thirty-Seven - Daytrip

Chapter Four Hundred and Thirty-Seven - Daytrip

Chapter Four Hundred and Thirty-Seven - Daytrip

Booksie ended up spending the night on the Beaver with the rest of us. Not that it was quite that simple.

When we arrived, arms loaded up with boxes of stuff that Awen had picked out, we discovered that we had been followed. At some point, some local grenoil had taken to tailing us across the city. Calamity was the first to spot them, but there wasnt much we could do. Theyd hop away if we approached them and they generally kept out of the way.

At the Beaver, the grenoil gathered along the pier, some of them sitting on crates that were stacked up there, others just milled about on the edges.

I helped my friends and Booksie set down the things wed bought so that Awen could sort through it all, then I went to check up on the grenoil.

At first, they tried to casually move away from me, but the ones sitting on the crates were at the end of the pier, and it was easy to stand in their path, hands on my hips and my most fearsome pout on display to keep them rooted in place. Hello, I said. Im Captain Bunch, of the Beaver Cleaver, and Id really like to know why youre all sitting around here.

Two of the grenoil looked at each other. They were younger, I noted. Maybe in their early to mid teens, about the same age as the Scallywags, though they were, of course, a lot froggier. I dont know if were supposed to say, one of them hedged.

Its okay, I said. I just... well, were a little bit worried, is all.

The young grenoil rubbed his chin, then shrugged. Ze great and all-powerful dragon, Cholondee, mistress of Port Royal and scourge of ze docks... He made a few rolling gestures with his wrist, as if to say and so on and so forth before he continued, Has tasked us with keeping an eye on miss Booksie.

Oh, I said. These were probably some of the ruffians that Cholondee had recruited into her sorta-gang, then. Well, Booksies nice and safe on the Beaver.

You say zat, but we heard zat she was kidnapped by the sylph, he said, his big eyes narrowing. New travels fast in Port Royal.

That was mostly a misunderstanding, I said. Did you want to talk to Booksie? Wait, does she know that youre following her?

The grenoil looked at each other again, then shared a few shrugs. I dont zink so, he admitted. But zats not our problem. Cholondee, ze all-powerful, most beautiful, etcetera etcetera, said zat we need to keep an eye on her.

I rubbed at my own chin, the same way the grenoil had done. Well, alright, if Chlondee says so, then I guess its not so bad. Shes just looking out for a friend. Do you guys need anything? Blankets, food?

We... are okay? he said.

Okay then! I said with a clap. As long as they were comfy, then it was alright. I didnt really mind that Booksie had some people watching out for her. If anything, it was probably a bit of a comfort. If anyone tried anything, there would be some nice locals there to help her in a jiffy.

I returned to the Beaver after saying my goodbyes, then I checked up with the crew that had stayed behind.

As it turned out, the Port Royal docks were very busy, which meant that there were all sorts of businesses running out of the docks. One of those was a service where some enterprising grenoil pushed around carts loaded up with local foods and sold them to the sailors stuck on board their ships.

The Scallywags had met one of those earlier, and had loaded up on Port Royal delicacies. That was probably for the best, since I hadnt refilled the pantry yet!

The evening was nice. We showed Booksie around the ship, then I had the fantastic idea of hosting a sleepover, even if we had rooms to spare. Amaryllis and Caprica returned just in time to squeeze into the pillowfort Awen had erected within the dining room. Amaryllis, of course, thought that this was the height of silliness, but she flumped down onto a pillow herself and was soon wrapped up in warm blankets that muffled her complaints.

The next morning, we woke up ravenous.

We have nothing to eat, I complained as I looked into the pantry.

Oh, Im looking forward to that, Calamity said.

Because of the food? Amaryllis asked.

Because of the food, Calamity agreed.

I rolled my eyes (because Amaryllis did it, and it looked fun) but didnt poke any fun at Calamity. If he wanted to obsess over new foods to eat, then that was up to him.

We actually got lost a little while searching for the Exploration Guild, but I figured that was just part of the fun of walking around and exploring. Next time we wouldnt get lost as easily because wed seen a little more of the city.

Guild Row was one of the main streets in the upper parts of Port Royal. It was built at a fairly steep angle, so each step really worked on ones calves. Colourful buildings lined both sides of the road, some decorated so that anyone looking at them could guess at which guild they belonged to.

The culinary guild had pillars that looked like utensils, and the Couriers guild had a semaphore tower poking out of the top of it.

The Mages Guild, of course, had a bunch of floating pillars and little balls of glowing magic. Id been very impressed when Id seen it for the first time all those months ago. Now I recognized the spells and was even more impressed. How were they keeping them active for so long? Was someone recharging them? Could people even do that?

The Exploration Guild headquarters were near the middle of Guild Row, a stately building with a large compass rose built into its front and the guilds name beneath.

I entered the guild first, then paused some ways into the lobby. Of all the Exploration Guilds Id been to, the Port Royal branch was always the busiest, and today was no different. A group of grenoil moved around us towards the exit, all of them heared up for adventure. We traded polite nods when the leader of the group noticed the pin stuck to my lapel.

Greetings, said a grenoil woman behind a waist-high counter. Welcome to the Exploration Guild. How can I assist you?

Were looking for Abraham, I said.

The grenoil winced. Theres no one by that name here.

There isnt? I asked.

Youll have to find this Abraham elsewhere if he owes you any money, Im afraid, she said.

I blinked. Uh. What?

Awen sighed. Uncle Abrahams my uncle, Awen said. Hi. Im Awen Bristlecone. Do a lot of people come here asking him for money?

The secretary deflated a little. Money, complaints, once a young lady brought a child that she claimed was his.

Awen stared, mouth opening then closing a couple of times. W-was it?

Oh? Oh no, I dont think anyone has to worry about something like that, the grenoil said with a dismissive wave. If you dont mind giving me a moment, Ill go see if Abraham is actually here. You never know, with him.

Thank you! I said. I figured we wouldnt have to wait long either way. If Abraham was somewhere, then it was usually obvious that he was around.

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