Once bitten...

“Have you lost your mind?” Sicbur demanded, staring at the riverboat moored to the small jetty.

“We’ve been over this, what happened last time was a freak accident. The chances of it happening again are so remote, that it’s not worth calculating the odds,” Elora reassured him.

“It’s this or we walk,” Shadow added, “I’ve studied the maps and it will be rough going, and I don’t just mean the denizens that roam freely there. The roads are non-existent, there are only vague allusions to some paths.”

“Sounds good to me,” Sicbur said.

“We promised the Mayor we would get to Remmu within a lunar cycle, the only way to do that is by river,” Elora said, appealing to his sense of duty.

“Or teleportation, and no I don’t believe I just said that either, but if it’s a choice between a boat or magic, magic wins.”

“I’ve explained that already. I need to know where I’m transporting us to. If I just open a portal to Remmu without being able to see it in my mind’s eye, we could wind up anywhere. I found myself in a mountain once…not a cavern mind you…an actual mountain. I survived by abandoning my avatar and turning into pure energy, I doubt you could do the same.”

“I’ll risk it,” Sicbur said.

“I won’t,” Elora replied, giving Shadow a silent command.

The half elf smiled as he cast the sleep spell over his friend. Elora hefted the comatose body onto her shoulder and headed down the gangplank. “Three for Remmu,” she said.

“Ten gold each,” the captain said. He raised an eyebrow at the strange group but said nothing; what his passengers did was none of his concern, as long as their gold was good and they didn’t interfere with his ship.

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