I arrived in Riverspire late this afternoon and there were two small trade vessels getting ready to embark in the morning. The crew of the first was willing to have a passenger aboard but only if it was a woman. "Women bring good luck on the water," they told me. That didn't sound right, but it's their boat.
The second crew, an old, grizzled elf man and a young, surprisingly spritely dwarf woman seemed to be more open to having me aboard. They asked my name. "Ryel. My name is Ryel."
"Welcome aboard, Miss Ryel!" said the dwarf with startling enthusiasm. She introduced herself as Captain Halfbeard. "I don't really have a beard," she explained, staing the obvious. "It's a family name." I just smiled and nodded.
"We've got a light load tomorrow so you can ride for free as long as you feed yourself and don't get in the way. We shove off at 6, with or without you." I agreed and went to the tavern to find lodging for the night. The bed isn't fancy but it's just for tonight.
Sigh. "Miss Ryel."
-- Ryel <3