From the Journal of Sharak Langenbart, Weaponsmith:
The person at the door was one of the windlings from the kaer, an unusually calm and focused fellow by the name of Sylphis. He introduced to us his elven apprentice, D’thrinial Silvermane, and suggested kindly that we let him accompany us on our further adventures. I suggested strongly that the extent of our adventures of late was in the making of nails, but he would have none of it. As D’thrinial is a Thief adept, and as we have lacked all varieties of stealth on our adventures in the past, I thought he would be a useful addition in any event should something pop up.
Of course, it wasn’t but a few hours before something did. Another windling, of the more typical chatty and excited sort, appeared at the door and offered us a reasonable reward if we would come assist his master, Wivin Akarem, find something in the jungle. After a bit of haggling with the fellow — Skreet was his name — we agreed, including the elf in our arrangements this time. It will be nice to have a change of scenery and stop making so many nails. I made my apologies to MY GIRLFRIEND WHO IS TOTALLY NOT MADE UP and sent a message to the inn to make us some traveling rations.
It will be good to be on the road again.
Following Skreet, you board the waiting t’skrang riverboat, the K’reest-et, and set sail only a few hours before the sun sets. Unlike the galley-sized ship the troupe met aboard, this vessel seems more designed for speed and maneuverability; its many scars and scorches indicate that its agility may well have saved its crew more than once, but the sheer number of these blemishes make all wonder exactly what it has seen. Its captain, T’sshnurr, appears to have suffered every blow his ship has been through, his visible flesh pocked and scarred.