>>6091465>“I can cook an infantry soldier right in his armor with my fire magic!” As if to demonstrate this claim, you light a spark at the tip of your index finger, producing a tiny flame. Alvin’s face takes on an even paler color as he steps back slightly.“While that is certainly impressive, I’m going to have to ask you to refrain from playing with fire for the rest of your duration on my ship.” Alvin sighs. “Which, frankly, shouldn’t be too much longer. We’ve been making good time on this voyage. We’ll arrive in Solis within the next few days. It serves as something of a port town for Morfis. You’ll be able to resupply and get a good rest before you start your journey for the city in earnest.”
>“Is Morfis far off from Solis?”“It’s certainly some distance. You’ll have to journey across the desert to reach Morfis. There’s no getting around it. And that’s a trip that can be perilous in all sorts of ways. I imagine getting to Morfis itself is meant to be a large part of Princess Yulia’s trials for you contenders.”
>“I’m sure I can handle a bit of walking…”Alvin smiles. “Surely. Well, I must be getting back to the ship. Be sure to find me when we reach Solis. I’d be happy to make some introductions that may make the whole thing a bit easier. Farewell for now, Lord Tristain.”
Alvin returns to his duties on the ship, and you feel your head beginning to spin. It seems the rum was beginning to affect you more than you had thought. The Green Knight was gone, and you didn’t see much more of a point in sticking around up here. Deciding to get a headstart on any impending hangover, you make for the bowels of the ship to sleep things off. As you near the sleeping quarters, you find two sailors in a heated argument with each other.
“I’m tellin’ ya’, ya’ prolly just lost it.” The first sailor says.
“Now, why would I go and do a stupid thing like that?” The second sailor responds. “What kinda man loses a bread roll?
“The stupid kind.” The first sailor replies.
“It ain’t just my bread. One of the boys had some coins go missin’ the other day. And another went and lost his lucky dagger. I’m tellin’ ya, we got a rat onboard!” The second sailor hisses. “And I bet its got somethin’ to do with one of those foreigners. Just ain’t no trustin’ someone from the Dark Continent.”
The Dark Continent? That was the first you’d ever heard of a phrase like that. You couldn’t help but snicker. What sort of outlandish impression did these fools have of Fodlan? If the continent were as bad as they thought, you’d never have left in the first place. Upon noticing you, the sailors suddenly quit their conversation and make themselves scarce. You’d heard about all sorts of superstitions at sea, and assumed this to be just one such case.
