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The Scarlet Ascent is a lurid-sailed caravel, deep-bottomed and sleek. She�s far more slender than the Gypsy Rover, and her three masts are hung with crimson sails. Her lines and sheets and reefing points are twists of color�chestnut, teal, and sandy gold. From her prow, the figurehead springs at you, a leggy maiden brandishing a sabre in a three-fingered hand. �Beautiful, isn�t she?� The tall, dark-haired sailor stands with his hands clasped behind his back, eyeing you inquiringly. There�s a hint of amusement in his eyes as you face him. �Can I help you?� he asks politely. �I�m Captain Morwyr; this is my ship.� You stammer that you need passage. Cador Morwyr nods gravely. �A quarter of our cargo is human freight. But I need to know your destination before I can name you a price. Right now, we�re headed to Garth Llyr and Agendor Cove. Which are you bound for, if you�re going that way?� Garth Llyr Agendor Cove Neither (Back to the Docks) |