"Here you go again, hiding your identity," Zilvra smiled at Lynch, whispering in his ear, "I always feel like you're more of a fugitive from the Underdark than me, fearing the surface environment more than in Ratris City."
"No, it's not like that." Lynch chuckled wryly twice, "You don't understand this place, Yim. The residents here aren't averse to mages; in fact, they welcome them. Or more precisely, they welcome the 'walking vaults.' The people here are overly enthusiastic. All I can say is, there are pros and cons."
"How long do you plan to stay here?" Zilvra asked, "Aren't you always thinking about the Elf Queen's request?"
"Not long, we don't even need to settle here," Lynch answered, "If you guys have nothing keeping you, we can just switch to a new ship and keep moving."
Plans can never keep up with changes, that much is always true. Just as Lynch's group was searching the docks for a ship willing to head north, they ran into an uninvited guest.
