Off to the Wizard's Guild
It took Devlin a couple of hours before he finished his rounds -- inspecting every nook of the skyship, delegating the tasks among crew members, and checking the ship's magical power source. Devlin kept a mental note of all the things he saw, from the leaking pipes beneath the mess hall to the dwindling food supply in the pantry.
Corren was right, Devlin thought as he entered his quarters. We need to get a job soon or this ship will fall apart.
"That's what I've been telling you since last week," Corren said as she followed the wizard into the room. "Our budget has been stretched real thin."
Devlin walked to the window and gazed into the city's sea-side market. "I'll be visiting the wizard's guild in an hour," he replied. "Hopefully the old geezers there would give us some work."
Corren gently shook her head. "Are you sure about that? Remember the last time they sent us to deliver one of their packages?"
"It wasn't that bad," the half elf answered, smiling.
"Not bad?" Corren repeated in a mocking tone. She drew out a small notebook and started flipping through the pages. "That two headed demon injured two sailors and obliterated our canon. We spent almost two thousand fixing the damages, not to mention the five hundred silver we used for spell components to bind the demon back to its box."
"But we still got paid in the end," Devlin said as he walked towards his closet. He saw the young bookkeeper's face flushing red as she recalled the gruesome incident.
"Barely enough to cover our damages," Corren checked her notes.
"That's why I have to go visit the wizards," Devlin replied as he brought out his coat and cape. "They're the only ones who can afford us."
"That's because we've been blacklisted everywhere else," Corren muttered to herself.
"The wizards won't turn their back on one of their own," Devlin said as he put on his coat. It was a fancy white suit with a couple of dangling medals pinned in front of the chest pockets. "And you've worked for a few of them before, right."
Corren rolled her eyes. "Don't remind me."
"We're the best in what we do," Devlin continued. "Those guild masters know that we're the fastest and most reliable ship to deliver their spell components and research materials."
"Well at least let me try to ask the other guilds," Corren muttered as she stuffed her notebook back on her pocket. "I still know a couple of smugglers working in the docks."
Devlin drew out the Staff of Gorlband from the closet and started polishing the oaken wood with his cape. "Okay, you can go check on your friends," he said. "But I want you back before sunset."
"Okay," Corren smiled as she helped the half elf fix his cape. "But who will be left here?"
"Let Gian watch over the ship," Devlin replied as he fixed his hair. He turned to the young girl and asked, "do I look like a dashing skyship captain?"
Corren shook her head. "It's not me your trying to convince. Good luck with the wizards."
Corren was right, Devlin thought as he entered his quarters. We need to get a job soon or this ship will fall apart.
"That's what I've been telling you since last week," Corren said as she followed the wizard into the room. "Our budget has been stretched real thin."
Devlin walked to the window and gazed into the city's sea-side market. "I'll be visiting the wizard's guild in an hour," he replied. "Hopefully the old geezers there would give us some work."
Corren gently shook her head. "Are you sure about that? Remember the last time they sent us to deliver one of their packages?"
"It wasn't that bad," the half elf answered, smiling.
"Not bad?" Corren repeated in a mocking tone. She drew out a small notebook and started flipping through the pages. "That two headed demon injured two sailors and obliterated our canon. We spent almost two thousand fixing the damages, not to mention the five hundred silver we used for spell components to bind the demon back to its box."
"But we still got paid in the end," Devlin said as he walked towards his closet. He saw the young bookkeeper's face flushing red as she recalled the gruesome incident.
"Barely enough to cover our damages," Corren checked her notes.
"That's why I have to go visit the wizards," Devlin replied as he brought out his coat and cape. "They're the only ones who can afford us."
"That's because we've been blacklisted everywhere else," Corren muttered to herself.
"The wizards won't turn their back on one of their own," Devlin said as he put on his coat. It was a fancy white suit with a couple of dangling medals pinned in front of the chest pockets. "And you've worked for a few of them before, right."
Corren rolled her eyes. "Don't remind me."
"We're the best in what we do," Devlin continued. "Those guild masters know that we're the fastest and most reliable ship to deliver their spell components and research materials."
"Well at least let me try to ask the other guilds," Corren muttered as she stuffed her notebook back on her pocket. "I still know a couple of smugglers working in the docks."
Devlin drew out the Staff of Gorlband from the closet and started polishing the oaken wood with his cape. "Okay, you can go check on your friends," he said. "But I want you back before sunset."
"Okay," Corren smiled as she helped the half elf fix his cape. "But who will be left here?"
"Let Gian watch over the ship," Devlin replied as he fixed his hair. He turned to the young girl and asked, "do I look like a dashing skyship captain?"
Corren shook her head. "It's not me your trying to convince. Good luck with the wizards."
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