12-01-2016, 01:40 AM
Veritas explained that in this venture it wouldn't be the journey that was dangerous so much as the destination. They shouldn't have to worry about the safety of the vessel they would hire. They would be the only ones who would end up in danger, would in all honesty was probably for the best. “I take it the voyage won't be too long either then, yes? Something small and fast would probably be our best bet then. We could minimize the time needed to reach the island, and hiring a small boat would mean a smaller crew we'd have to account for.” Celestia looked around at the vessels currently moored in the dock, mentally categorizing them by how much each met the journey's current criteria.
Veritas speculated about what they would find in the ruins. There were a couple artifacts he was particularly interested in, but that wasn't what Celestia was paying the most attention to. She was noting the defences: golems and traps built into the structures themselves. Presumably that was why it was thought to still have so many of its treasures, despite how easy it was to get to the island. Celestia considered what she might need to prepare. With her flight, and the magic she had available, limited t though it was at the moment, she felt she could deal with whatever the ruins saw fit to throw at them. This close to civilization, it couldn't be so dangerous that they would not be able to recover from a mistake, otherwise it would have been dealt with by now. Or at least better hidden.
Which meant that speculation on what they would face and how to deal with it could be put on hold. Veritas was wondering who they should hire to ferry them to the island, and truth be told Celestia was wondering too. “I suppose we should go find out.” She looked around for only a moment before she spotted what she was looking for, and then she walked purposefully towards it.
To one side of the harbour was a large tavern, a few stories tall and made apparent by the large wooden signs which displayed an artists rendering of a mug of ale. The sign identified it as the 'Landfall Inn'. If there was anywhere one could be counted on to find and off-duty captain, it would be the bar next to the harbour. Celestia pushed the door open and strode inside.
The inside of the tavern was surprisingly cozy, despite the size of it. It was a large space, fitting the overall size of the structure, but strategic wooden pillars, chandeliers, the large fireplace and even the lower ceiling contributed to a sort of 'living room' feel. Celestia only paid it a token amount of attention however, as she had a particular purpose for her visit. She walked up to the bar, and spoke up before the bartender had a chance to question what a horse was doing in his bar. “I'm looking for a ship to transport a friend and I to a nearby island, could you point me to a captain willing to assist us?”
The bartender was still stunned when one of the patrons lifted a hand up, the other gripping a now empty glass. “I can get you there,” he said, “Don't have much better to do right now.”
Celestia regarded him for a moment, wondering if there was a prank or ruse at play, but soon concluded that wouldn't make a whole lot of sense. More likely, this captain was either interested in seeing a creature like her. Or perhaps he was simply interested in courting favours with the new prime in town. Either way it would make the search easier, though there was one thing Celestia still felt the need to ask. “And your ship is in good condition, yes?”
The captain glared at her. “Oi, just what are you saying? That I'm not good for my word?”
Celestia raised a hoof apologetically. “Not at all! I was merely assuming there would be a little more negotiation involved. It caught me by surprise.” The captain seemed mollified by this, and Celestia's hidden question was answered. The captain's reaction to her question was enough to let her know that he was passionate about his ship, enough that it shouldn't be an issue. “I thank you for your assistance,” she added after a moment, before heading toward the door. “Veritas!” She'd call out when she emerged, “I have good news! I found us a captain.”
Veritas speculated about what they would find in the ruins. There were a couple artifacts he was particularly interested in, but that wasn't what Celestia was paying the most attention to. She was noting the defences: golems and traps built into the structures themselves. Presumably that was why it was thought to still have so many of its treasures, despite how easy it was to get to the island. Celestia considered what she might need to prepare. With her flight, and the magic she had available, limited t though it was at the moment, she felt she could deal with whatever the ruins saw fit to throw at them. This close to civilization, it couldn't be so dangerous that they would not be able to recover from a mistake, otherwise it would have been dealt with by now. Or at least better hidden.
Which meant that speculation on what they would face and how to deal with it could be put on hold. Veritas was wondering who they should hire to ferry them to the island, and truth be told Celestia was wondering too. “I suppose we should go find out.” She looked around for only a moment before she spotted what she was looking for, and then she walked purposefully towards it.
To one side of the harbour was a large tavern, a few stories tall and made apparent by the large wooden signs which displayed an artists rendering of a mug of ale. The sign identified it as the 'Landfall Inn'. If there was anywhere one could be counted on to find and off-duty captain, it would be the bar next to the harbour. Celestia pushed the door open and strode inside.
The inside of the tavern was surprisingly cozy, despite the size of it. It was a large space, fitting the overall size of the structure, but strategic wooden pillars, chandeliers, the large fireplace and even the lower ceiling contributed to a sort of 'living room' feel. Celestia only paid it a token amount of attention however, as she had a particular purpose for her visit. She walked up to the bar, and spoke up before the bartender had a chance to question what a horse was doing in his bar. “I'm looking for a ship to transport a friend and I to a nearby island, could you point me to a captain willing to assist us?”
The bartender was still stunned when one of the patrons lifted a hand up, the other gripping a now empty glass. “I can get you there,” he said, “Don't have much better to do right now.”
Celestia regarded him for a moment, wondering if there was a prank or ruse at play, but soon concluded that wouldn't make a whole lot of sense. More likely, this captain was either interested in seeing a creature like her. Or perhaps he was simply interested in courting favours with the new prime in town. Either way it would make the search easier, though there was one thing Celestia still felt the need to ask. “And your ship is in good condition, yes?”
The captain glared at her. “Oi, just what are you saying? That I'm not good for my word?”
Celestia raised a hoof apologetically. “Not at all! I was merely assuming there would be a little more negotiation involved. It caught me by surprise.” The captain seemed mollified by this, and Celestia's hidden question was answered. The captain's reaction to her question was enough to let her know that he was passionate about his ship, enough that it shouldn't be an issue. “I thank you for your assistance,” she added after a moment, before heading toward the door. “Veritas!” She'd call out when she emerged, “I have good news! I found us a captain.”