The sails filled as the ship turned away from the quay, carrying Unbound toward the mouth of Sarthal's harbor.
Quinlan stood by the rail with Veshara, watching sailors haul the last lines clear while the docks receded behind them. They'd inspected the vessel and agreed to their assignment.
The captain had secured her adventurers, and judging by the smile she kept directing at him, she was still enjoying that fact immensely.
Ayame was leaning against the rail a few paces away, her blue eyes on him rather than the city they were leaving.
The witch stood with her arms folded, watching Veshara's tail curl contentedly behind her boots.
