[Amanaduial the archer]

Callath dropped onto a chair and leaned back, regarding Devon with almost incredularity. He held up a finger to speak, opening his mouth, then closed it. Devon simply continued to grin, an aura of total satisfaction around him. Callath grinned himself and leaned forward with his forearms resting loosely on his knees.

"So, lets get this perfectly straight: we just made a deal...with Captain Kent Avershire, a legend in the Gondorian army...to be able to use his ship and a crew of his choice...for...no money?"

Devon continued to grin and nodded once. The stable boy couldn't help laughing out loud at this point, and raised a hand to grab his friends. "Brilliant!" he exclaimed, excitedly. "Just...brilliant. Well, plus several wago-loads of luck, a sea-farer's own wish to be back at sea, and plenty of sheer bloody mindedness, but otherwise..."

Devon hit him lightly on the arm. "Hey, it was alright until then!" But the trio of youths couldn't help but grin, half out of amazement that they had actually pulled it off. Telson sat with a look of sort of bemusement on his face, regarding them with a half-smile, although Callath couldn't fathom what the man was thinking.

Still, a celebration was called for; catching the attention of the slim young waitress who Devon had offended earlier, Callath smiled charmingly. "Excuse me, could we have a round of the house's finest beer? We have a certain...cause for celebration."