Brothels and Signets

The bump happened, and Mariam was grabbing her bag, to toss over her shoulder. They had traveled light after all, and as long as Mariam had her bow, and her kit to make arrows, she was good to go just about anywhere. Part of being so good with a bow -- you didn't trust castle made or blacksmith made arrows any more. Once you made your own, you never looked back. Even if it did mean a lot of her down time, around a fire, with Gabe, was spent honing an arrow head to a deadly point. Couldn't have said it better, there's a lot that goes into working jobs with those you trust.

She motioned for Lyric to follow her, as she moved towards the stern, back where the captain's quarters would be. They would be busy overseeing everything happening to make port, so there should be absolutely no one in this part of the ship, and there would be canon ports they could both slip through easily enough. A short climb down the rudder and then hop onto the docks later, and then it was just sneaking off to blend into a crowd together. Here we go.

Mariam took the small dagger from her side, as she slipped through the port first, looking around for any sign of anyone watching, before she twisted her whole way through and onto the rudder. A quick shimmy a couple of feet down ward and she was putting a foot on the dock, and then looking up for Lyric. Okay, looks like coast is clear! She whisper yelled up, keeping her eyes peeled for anyone coming close. There weren't even torches lit at the end of the dock yet -- it seemed like everything was going so well.

@Lyric Oatshield