07-08-2018, 08:15 PM
Scyto continued to chat with Dalton, the duo hard at work ironing out everything and anything related to the dragon.
Kathy, meanwhile, did not look well. Her hand continued to cover her mouth, but now out of pain rather than embarrassment; the adrenaline had worn off, replaced with the revelation that it was actually possible for pain to increase. A look at Wally about to gruffly speak, however, brought back just enough of a rush to plow through one more conversation.
"A.. a few days. Couldn't get off. You were sent to find pirates? Why? I-if you had proof we were there would that be enough?"
Dalton overheard enough to spare a nod towards Kathy. "It would, yes."
The pirate fumbled around her vest with her good arm and pulled out a ring.
"I h-have.. have rings from the fallen. Mapwood! They're mapwood."
Wally motioned for Kathy to stop with a concerned expression as he takes over. "Mapwood's from Cartographer's brush, it only grows on Orl Island. Those rings better not end up in a stuff drawer somewhere, each one of them is given to a pirate once they're a full-fledged member of one of the outgoing crews. Got their names on 'em!"
Scyto chimed in as well. "By focusing some of your magic into the ring you can sense the distance and direction between yourself and the last spot it was used. It takes a lot of skill to read the feeling, but I've heard map-makers can get it down to the millimeter. Anyway, most of these rings were last set to Orl, so their next use will reveal where it was before we set off for the recent battle. A couple of those would be tied to slant rock instead. I.. THINK there's a way to tell how long ago it was last used but you'd need an expert."
Kathy tosses the rings to Castor before huddling back into her limb-supporting-and-scream-suppressing position "Will that work?" she asks while looking around the ship. "I could also mark the exact spot the ship went down on a map?"
Kathy, meanwhile, did not look well. Her hand continued to cover her mouth, but now out of pain rather than embarrassment; the adrenaline had worn off, replaced with the revelation that it was actually possible for pain to increase. A look at Wally about to gruffly speak, however, brought back just enough of a rush to plow through one more conversation.
"A.. a few days. Couldn't get off. You were sent to find pirates? Why? I-if you had proof we were there would that be enough?"
Dalton overheard enough to spare a nod towards Kathy. "It would, yes."
The pirate fumbled around her vest with her good arm and pulled out a ring.
"I h-have.. have rings from the fallen. Mapwood! They're mapwood."
Wally motioned for Kathy to stop with a concerned expression as he takes over. "Mapwood's from Cartographer's brush, it only grows on Orl Island. Those rings better not end up in a stuff drawer somewhere, each one of them is given to a pirate once they're a full-fledged member of one of the outgoing crews. Got their names on 'em!"
Scyto chimed in as well. "By focusing some of your magic into the ring you can sense the distance and direction between yourself and the last spot it was used. It takes a lot of skill to read the feeling, but I've heard map-makers can get it down to the millimeter. Anyway, most of these rings were last set to Orl, so their next use will reveal where it was before we set off for the recent battle. A couple of those would be tied to slant rock instead. I.. THINK there's a way to tell how long ago it was last used but you'd need an expert."
Kathy tosses the rings to Castor before huddling back into her limb-supporting-and-scream-suppressing position "Will that work?" she asks while looking around the ship. "I could also mark the exact spot the ship went down on a map?"