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"What we fear doing most is usually what we most need to do."
-- Tim Ferriss
-- Tim Ferriss
Aboard the Stormbreaker - en route to the Island called Gloam
Day 3
Liadan woke from a troubled sleep, glancing around her quarters, bleary-eyed. She sighed as she scooted into a sitting position, rubbing her temples with her fingers. The nightmares - likely a product of her worries - hadn't ceased since they'd set out. She couldn't help but wonder if she wasn't leading everyone on board to a certain death, for while she could probably contend with the artificial storm - especially given the addition of Arcanists who might assist her - the whale ship was something entirely beyond her ken.
She scrubbed her eyes with one hand, looking over towards the tiny port window spilling sunlight into the small room that served as her quarters board the Stormbreaker, needing to the the light of a new day. As she did so, her eyes happened upon a scroll that she didn't recognize. The fact that it was attached by a string to Heart's Grace only made it stand out more. After a moment's hesitation, she slid out of the tiny bunk she'd spent the night in, padding across the floor in bare feet.
Liadan hesitated briefly before detaching the scroll from the Padjali staff. She turned it over in her hands for a few moments, but finally broke the seal unrolled it. Silently, she scanned the words written upon the parchment.
She blinked a few times, then a blinding smile broke out over her face as she shouted, "By the Twelve, THANK YOU, TENGRI!"
Then she bolted for the door in her nightgown, entirely forgetting to dress for the day in her haste. She near-tore the ship apart hunting for the Lalafell, skidding to a stop in front of him, arms akimbo, her face alight with hope as she clutched the scroll in one hand, shaking it to emphasize her words.
"Zanzan, we don't need safe passage to Gloam! We have the means to tear the monster apart ourselves!"
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