It wasn't often that someone so familiar walked into a shop in her town. Less often was it someone she had actually heard of. Tamilyn looked up from the monkey she had been playing with as the young woman spoke, her eyes appraising the lady's face - and she was a lady, that was obvious enough, clad in pure white robes that appeared not to have seen much travel. She had followed the woman from the road, finding herself trailing one of the women she had been watching for on her own journey back to New Thalos with her bags full from another successful trading run to Westbridge.
"She's looking for a temple of ...Lathander??" Tamilyn murmured as the woman left the store. Slipping a hand to her coin purse, she withdrew a few coins, the opened the monkey's cage and allowed the creature to climb up her arm. He had a kind face and a delightful playfulness; she hated to see him wasting in a cage. She set the coin upon the counter without a word, only nodding to Nabil, and struck out after her mark. Finding her at the docks was easy enough, after the "directions" Nabil had given her - that rascal, anything for a buck, she thought to herself - but it was not until she watched the lady lift herself from the ground and start eastward that Tamilyn decided to truly become involved.
"Hoy, Captain!" she cried, striding toward one of the smaller, faster ships in port. "Hoy, Miss Tami!" a man with a salt and pepper beard and a cunning grin cried back from the deck, raising a hand in greeting. "Comin' aboard?" His eyes took in the monkey perched on her shoulder, picking through her hair, but he did not say a word about it.
"Aye!" she called back, making a quick jaunt up and onto the ship. Its sails were down, but its crew was working steadily to load the last of a number of boxes. "Looks like you're to set off today," she commented as she closed the distance and came to stand beside the man overseeing his crew.
"Aye, we'll be gone within the hour if I've my way," he told her. Then he cracked a wide grin, slapping her on the back as though she were an old comrade - and, a few of the crew remarked, a man. "I know what you're to ask, girly, and ye know you are always welcome on my ship. Those bags look plenty full for a trip to the City of Splendors!"
"Oh, these are incoming, though I am due for Waterdeep soon." Tamilyn looked out over the water. "I'm more interested in that odd woman, though. You saw her, right?"
The captain's face turned grim. "Real pretty, too far in the air to be quite right?" "That's the one. Fool mage is going to get herself killed before she reaches the other side, either drowned or starved from island hopping." She shook her head, the beads in her hair clicking together softly. "I'm no rescue boat," the captain said simply, following Tamilyn's gaze. "But you're a good man, Donovan, and you know I will pay. I want to leave as soon as you're able, I won't deny you your cargo and we can go far longer than she can." She gave a charming smile, though her eyes remained grim. "One candlelength, then, we ought be done. I expect ye'll use your talents to track her..." "I'll be back," Tamilyn vowed, leaving the obvious answer unsaid, and jogged toward the docks again. A quick trip to drop her goods and supply herself for a journey across the sea would be well done within half an hour.
