Baylee waited, staring at the man. "Eight hundred gold, and our passage is included so that we get our meals. You're leaving me precious little to get back to Waterdeep on."
"Both of you are going? Then the price is-"
"The price is more than fair," Cthulad said.
For a moment Uziraff bridled at the harsh bite of the other man's tone. Then he sat back in the chair and grumbled, "As you wish."
Xuxa? Baylee asked.
His curiosity is showing most, the azmyth bat answered. Nothing duplicitous.
"How soon can you be ready to leave?" Baylee asked.
"Now it's a rush job as well?" Uziraff laughed and shook his head. "Really, Baylee, you're well on your way to being as insufferable as Golsway himself."
"How soon?"
'Two hours."
"Fine," Baylee said. "We'll meet you at Windchaser." He headed for the door.
"Don't try to beat out my price, Baylee Arnvold," the pirate called. "We have a deal."
"I'll be there."
"And bring my gold with you."
"He's not a man to trust."
Baylee glanced at Cthulad. "Not if we had another choice. But it could be that finding anyone who knows anything of the picto-graph here in Caer Callidyrr will be near to impossible. The people in this circle don't like to give away their information, and they hate to admit they know less than you. Just the act of asking questions will set other hounds loose on us." He peered toward the docks fronting the mouth of the natural harbor.
Broken rock littered the coastline, some of them in the distance drawing white water. In the winter, the winds whipped over the harbor brutally, shutting down most avenues of trade except for the most desperate. The smell of brine was thick in the cool air.
Baylee led the way through the uneven line of porches fronting the shops around the harbor area. It felt good to be moving, not cloistered away aboard the cargo ship anymore. The encounter with Uziraff had left a bad taste in his mouth.
We are being followed, Xuxa said.
I know, Baylee replied. / picked them up as we left the Fickle Mermaid. Keep an eye on them to make sure they don't get too close.
"We have company," Cthulad said.
Baylee nodded. "They'll be with us till we show up at Wind-chaser. Until then, we'll take a stop here, then find a good lunch. You won't have such a thing when we're aboard Windchaser."
The building was a narrow expanse between a leather-working shop and a jewelry shop. Hand-lettering across the glass read Vlayn's Potions and Potables.
"What do we need here?" Cthulad said.
"The wreck is under water somewhere," Baylee said. "We're going to need a way to get down to it."
"So you're going to buy a potion of water breathing?"
"It does seem advisable."
Cthulad nodded. "Don't forget to pick up a few healing potions. With Uziraff along, I think we'll need them."
Baylee halted inside the door to the apothecary. "Where will you be?"
"I spotted a weapons shop a little further down," the old ranger said. "While you haggle over the potions, I'll see if there's anything there we might need. You still don't have a sword. I thought I might find a present for you."
"I don't usually like to carry a weapon," Baylee said. "There are ways to deal with problems rather than violence."
"These are not usual times," Cthulad said. "And we are dealing with Uziraff and his sense of greed. Just the-the three of us."
Listen to him, Baylee, Xuxa urged.
"Yes," Cthulad added. "I am an expert in these matters. Uziraff will not be satisfied until blood has been spilled at this point."
Baylee nodded.
"What would you prefer?"
"A composite long bow," Baylee said after a moment. "Tilmentus, the weaponsmith there, makes a good, collapsible bow that stores in a quiver of arrows. Tell him its for me and he'll know the draw of the arrows and the pull adjustment. Also tell him that I want sheaf arrows, three dozen in a side-by-side back quiver, with a half dozen of those already set up as incendiaries. A bag of caltrops. A spring-bladed parrying dagger. A good combat knife. And a long sword. And a brace of throwing knives."
Cthulad raised his eyebrows slightly. "Is there anything else?"
Baylee regarded him. "Only if you think there is anything I've forgotten."
"No, that should be quite sufficient. I'll return as quickly as I can."
"Our splitting up is going to worry the people tailing us somewhat, so try to stay in sight."
Cthulad tossed him a quick salute and walked toward the weapon shop.
Baylee entered the shop. It was dark and mysterious, smelling of arcane flowers and herbs. Most people who entered it would have been intimidated by the four skeleton displays hanging from hooks on the walls. They would have felt even more menaced if they knew Vlayn could have called them forth to defend him if he needed it.
"Baylee!" the heavyset apothecary called out from behind the counter. "It has seemed like forever since I have seen you last, my friend."
"And it's felt twice as long," Baylee responded. Then he settled in to haggle over the potions. Vlayn was a friendly merchant, but he always drove a hard bargain.
"You are Junior Civilar Cordyan Tsald?"
Cordyan studied the old sailor who stood before her. He was a shriveled brown nut of a man, his iron-gray hair in disarray. She had barely arrived at Caer Callidyrr when she'd been accosted. Her hand rested on her sword hilt. Her men had only begun disembarking. "Who are you, and how is it you know my name?"
"I am Floon, Junior Civilar, merely a day laborer hoping to earn an honest day's wages. I was charged with awaiting your arrival and getting a message to you." The old sailor seemed uncomfortable as members of the watch surrounded him.
"Who charged you with such a task?"
"An old man. A warrior by the look of him. One who's been in a number of battles. He said to tell you Ciwa Cthulad, but I don't know for sure that he gave me a true name."
Cordyan swapped looks with Calebaan. She looked back at the old sailor. "What was the message?"
"That the person you're looking for is aboard Windchaser."
"A ship?"
"Aye, lady, and a bad one at that. She's under the command of Uziraff Fireblade. And a worse pirate there's never been."
"Where might I find this ship?" Cordyan asked. She felt some constriction at the back of her throat. Why had Baylee turned to someone like Uziraff Fireblade?
"Windchaser's already left," the sailor answered.
"Where?"
"Sailing north," the man answered. "I talked to some of her crew before she left as the old warrior suggested, helping them load the supplies for a few silver pieces. They talked of going to Mintarn."
"What's in Mintarn?"
"Lady, I could not say."
"Thank you." Cordyan reached into her purse for a few coins.
Floon held up his hands. "I could not. The old warrior, he more than adequately paid me for my time."
"You would know Windchaser, though, wouldn't you?"
The man nodded.
"And you're familiar with the sea in this area, and Mintarn?"
"Aye, lady."
"Then perhaps I could hire you to guide us. Our captain is not overly familiar with these waters."
The man smiled and nodded. "It's been many a day since I was out for a real sail, lady. I'd appreciate the opportunity to be of service."
"Then you're hired, Floon." Cordyan turned to her sergeant. "Hammal."
The sergeant turned to face her.
"Get the supplies loaded quickly. We need to cast off again at once."
The man gave her a crisp salute. Then he turned and started shouting orders to the other members of the watch.
"How long ago did Windchaser leave?" Cordyan asked.
"She set sail three hours ago, lady."
"Have we a chance of catching her?"
The man hesitated, then shook his head. "She's a cog, lady, much like your own. But Uziraff has her set up to sail in these islands. She is as fleet as they come."