Came as a relief to Rorom that Kasoria assented to paying his way for whatever they wanted to take along with them, supplies and the like. The coin would come in handy, to get things they otherwise weren’t provided by the government. Such as more Almund rum to warm and refresh the batch of grog they were maintaining.
“Yea,” Rorom said, looking into the fire. “I’ll warrant some of the men and women in the village will be glad for the diversion, and fixing a boat is work they’ve grown accustomed to.” He said, nodding to the two at dry dock, that were receiving critical repairs that very moment. They’d manage with what they had, what else could they do?
Rorom of course had plans to involve himself in investigating the strangeness about the island, starting with a visit to Ishallr, to figure out what this forging business was about, and why the Induk had chosen him to bear his spiritual gifts.
He was lost in thoughts, but chimed in absently with the rest of the chant of Kasoria’s men. He toasted the well-put salute, and took a long drink. It was about then that Dana took the opportunity to size up one of the women among Kasoria’s ranks. She had the bearing of someone that could defend their self. But Dana was right, there was a humble sort of… nothing about her. He couldn’t put his finger on it. Maybe she was new to this traveling wet work business.
Rorom tried to hide his grin, as the old killer had his fun with her. He could spin a lie pretty well, as a story even. It was entertaining to witness, and a welcome distraction from their current cares.
Rorom nodded to Ophelia, when she spoke her thoughts about the troubles hereabout. “That they have, but we’ll carry on as we have. What else can we do?”
As to her question regarding what they might have to deal with, on watch, he shrugged lightly. “They tell me there’s tribals down south that sometimes come to snatch captives for their cannibal rituals. And of course the odd bandit gang is no problem. Just be a good’n and rouse us before the tribals put us on a spit, preferably a good few bits before they get here.”
He winked at Dana, and Ophelia, but then it was about time to retire. He expected Kasoria would want to get a move on in the morning, and so put the men to work on providing them what they needed for an agreed-upon price tht was negotiated with his ‘handlers’.
Once that was all settled, Rorom took to sleep and shelter, allowing that Ophelia and the group would take their watches. Of course Rorom had his own men setting a watch of their own, but he understood trust didn’t come easily, and more eyes at watch for danger were rarely a inconvenience.
