#elsewhere

Dagmar seems to recall vaguely that it's to the ..west?

"West..."

"ugh what..koff" The troll looks around then looks at the sidhe "Please tell me she didn't save me? She'll make me her thane"

"You're supposed to BE my thane" the Aesin says insulted "You were my mother' sthane in Arcadia"

"That was a past life," the troll grumbles

Dagmar may get a weird sense of Deja 'you too?'

"Let's discuss this on land, folks."

"he's very willful" the aesin says

The troll boy grunts ("For this I got revived")

But they simmer down. As the boat, stuffed and full, heads west... you see other folks, mostly mortals who you cannot help, but none in immediate danger.

Careful travel, lest the boat get upset!

And the boat finally finds a dry area...

and there you see another boat being unloaded, folks brought to safety by Clem's crew "Hey, who you got?"

"My name is Abraham Gloom, we apologize for the daughter of eve, she wsn't OUR idea but we're grateful."

"Pestilence, Famine, and Poverty - mind the gap there. Yes, I'll give Lilly your information."

Whispers of gratitude

Clem nods "Well, we'll help her too ..seems she's..currently out of it. No harm no foul"

"Need us to do another run?" Symon whispers, trying to wring a little water out of the shirt that clings to him, making him look even more gaunt and skeletal.

"Fraid so..." Clem says "Wer'e about to go out ourselves again. This is gonna take hours"

"We'll get these folks to..." Clem's eyes fall on the sidhe "Oh dear. You got a noble hold to go to?"

Symon moves over to whisper in Clem's ear.

"Take it easy on that one. Her thane almost drowned. No thanks to me."

"The noble hold I would go to was dismantled, the flame taken to safety by the liege"

Clem nods, then whispers to Symon "I would but you know we're not big on letting nobles into our farm. Got a suggestion?"

"Aesin, maybe send her to Silverwolf? Or see where Doomwind's at..."

"Silverwolf Mmm " A nod "Maybe

The Aesin ahems "I take it I have become a complication?"

Symon coughs, and shakes his head!

"No, not Silverwolf."

The Aesin looks offended "Am I not good enough for this Silverwolf?"

"Varich and Ailil should be fine. I'd worry more about a Seelie hold..."

"No, it's not that. I'm sure Chieftain Brekke would welcome her... or Earthrunes?"

He squirms a bit, uncomfortable.

"Ailil are fine winter kings" A brow from the aesin

"It's. Uh. They're having... technical difficulties at the moment. I'm not at liberty to say."

"Send me where you will then," the Aesin says with afirm look "A skald of Aesin does not seek luxury when childlings suffer"

Symon is looking anywhere but at Dagmar, or Clem. In fact, there's a smudge on the boat he is trying to buff off with his sleeve.

A slowly deepening furrow between her brows.

"Sy, what's up with Silverwolf?"

"Don't you worry, young lady" Clem says to the Aesin "earth runes will take you fine and you'll see a lot of beauty in the area"

Maybe he didn't hear her! Buff, spit, polish.

"I only ask" the Aesin says "That wherever you take me. Make sure my thane may go to your lodge. He nearly died and... this upset me in ways I don't understand. He.. does not wish to be my thane and... yet he saved me. I will not have it said I won't repay a debt. I renounce my claim"

"It can be hard, waking up to old ties."

"I'll make sure he lands well."

"I.. thank you" The Aesin says

"Pardon me, I.. wish to watch the sky" Wet eyes forming she moves away

Clem watches the Aesin and gives her a moment "huh"

As the others wander off, Symon inches over to Dagmar's side, and whispers. "...Silverwolf will be fine. Honest. Sylvi is there. I, uh. I didn't want you to worry."

"....will be?"

"They have some flu outbreak there." He fidgets a bit. "I overheard the Baron telling Sylvi when he stopped by the the apartment. They got flicker-flashed up by Gerd."