Part 1
Vordea was frustrated. So far her search in Karand had been entirely fruitless, not one person she encountered was even remotely worthy of being her High Priest. It seemed Karand was full of wastrels and pathetic lumps of flesh wasting their gift of sapience. She had half a mind to simply purge the entire continent, but decided against it. She paused her walk at a crossroads and looked at the sign posts.
“Point Thoryn?” Vordea said out loud. “Maybe a worthy soul can be found in Tel Hazan.” Vordea turned and began the walk through the mangrove swamps.
When Vordea arrived in Point Thoryn, she wandered around for a bit. Finding it surprisingly crime free for a port run by literal criminals, she eventually stopped a passerby.
“You there. Where can I find boats headed for Tel Hazan?” Vordea asked a man on the street.
“New here, huh?” He responded. She nodded. “Well that’ll cost you. Information ain’t free.”
“I may be new here but I’m not weak, Jason Farmington.” Vordea responded, using his name for scare factor. “Don’t think to threaten me.” The man gulped, and pointed in the direction of a ship at the end of a pier several streets away. Vordea nodded, and left him.
As she reached the end of the pier, where the ship was docked, a rotund man approached her.
“Hello and Good Afternoon, young lass!” He said, bowing deeply. “Might you be looking to book passage on the Kraken’s Revenge?”
“That depends, where are you heading?” Vordea asked. “I’m looking to leave Karand, are you heading for Tel Hazan?”
“Escaping trouble?” He asked.
“In a matter of speaking.” Vordea said with a smile. She reached into a pocket of her coat and pulled out a Gilnan Pound. “Is this enough for passage?”
“An entire pound?” The man nearly shouted, before covering it with his hand. “Don’t pull out that kind of money around here, young lady! Yes that’ll get you passage. We’re leaving at sunset, so feel free to come aboard now.
“Thank you, Mister Robson.” Vordea replied, beginning to leave.
“But I didn’t tell you my name.” He responded.
“Oh, my apologies.” Vordea said, continuing to walk up the gangplank of the ship, leaving Robson to scratch his head. She looked around at the ship, a traditional sea crosser with large sails as well as pressurized magi-jets for times of low wind. With a slight smile, she went below deck.