***A Meeting in the Cellar***
The Bounteous Lady skimmed across the waves, leaving a long v-shaped wake behind her. The three wizards were taking turns to fill its sail, though some were more robust about it than others. Each time Zavistic gestured at the triangular canvas, Nildi clenched his teeth and gripped the sides of the boat with white knuckles. Yet he managed to survive the ride without quite tumbling over the stern.
Though the sun was past its zenith, it was still daylight when they first caught sight of the piers and jetties of Port Khazard. As they approached, Lavrus, who was on wind-duty, slowed the boat so as not to cause suspicion. Then they manned the oars to navigate themselves up to a spare dock. After some inexpert fumbling with ropes to secure the boat, they disembarked and made their way along the jetty towards the town.
“My good friend works at the general store on the western side of town,” Zavistic announced as they strolled through the quiet streets. “People from miles around come to him for basic supplies, so he knows just about everybody there is to know. If anyone has information about that wealthy stranger, it will be him.”
A few minutes later, they pushed open the door to a small, dimly lit wooden shack and filed inside.
“Hello?” called Zavistic, peering past the cluttered merchandise in the gloom. “Treg, are you open?”
There was a muffled clatter and some footsteps on wooden stairs, and then a shocked face emerged from behind a trapdoor at the back of the room.
“Bless my soul, it’s Secretary Rarve! Forgive me; I was in the cellar, restocking things. I had closed, but must have forgotten to lock the door. It’s a good thing I didn’t! Will you come down? There is more light there.”
The short, bald old shopkeeper crossed the room quickly, locking the front door and ushering them downstairs. He closed the trapdoor as he followed them.
~continued~
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