Off to Port Merrium
Who: Mao, Chat, Norma, Cantibile, Anyone Joining Them Last Minute/Seeing Them Off
Where: Ports of Blessenwood
When: Early Morning
Why: Port Merrium's guild needs to finally return to their home base. So, off they go!
Open/Closed?: Open
[He checked the list twice before finally stuffing it into his pocket. Taking a deep breath, Mao looked before him towards Chat's ship - and the natives he'd enlisted to fill the ship with the supplies they'd need to reach Port Merrium.
The journey wouldn't be too bad, but there was always the worry of pirates (that were not Chat, he had to remind himself) and the occasional monster that'd somehow sneak onboard.
Everything would work out in the end! He just had to keep on believing that! ... It was just a little hard when he realized how much work was really on his shoulders. Why was he still guild leader, even though there were more competent adults arriving by the day? It still didn't make any sense. Yet, he was still leader. He shouldn't let the others know how worried and stressed he was about this trip.
So, instead, he started singing as he waited for everything to fall into place. The lyrics, as always, made no sense, but Mao didn't care. Whatever took the stress away'd work for him.]
Where: Ports of Blessenwood
When: Early Morning
Why: Port Merrium's guild needs to finally return to their home base. So, off they go!
Open/Closed?: Open
[He checked the list twice before finally stuffing it into his pocket. Taking a deep breath, Mao looked before him towards Chat's ship - and the natives he'd enlisted to fill the ship with the supplies they'd need to reach Port Merrium.
The journey wouldn't be too bad, but there was always the worry of pirates (that were not Chat, he had to remind himself) and the occasional monster that'd somehow sneak onboard.
Everything would work out in the end! He just had to keep on believing that! ... It was just a little hard when he realized how much work was really on his shoulders. Why was he still guild leader, even though there were more competent adults arriving by the day? It still didn't make any sense. Yet, he was still leader. He shouldn't let the others know how worried and stressed he was about this trip.
So, instead, he started singing as he waited for everything to fall into place. The lyrics, as always, made no sense, but Mao didn't care. Whatever took the stress away'd work for him.]