"We will need a ship,” Biancca said from the doorway, lounging against the crumbling stone column, her arms folded beneath her breasts. Several of the mercenaries looked more than a little sceptical. Kidnapping, for, if one was blunt, that is what this amounted to, was a little out of their comfort zones.
 
“Something small and fast, or large and heavily armed if we are to escape the Araby corairs. The could go overland of course but that was a long journey through hostile lands. It also didn’t bode for a quick escape.
 
“No doubt every questing Knight in the kingdom will be after us. A rare chance to rescue the literal damsel in distress.”
 
“Also if the goblin is coming, we will need a plan for that,” she grinned mischievously at the dwarf.
 
“The northern kingdoms take a more enlightened attitude towards greenskins as I understand it.”
 
She strode across the room to take her seat, retrieving her glass of wine.
 
“And money up front of course,” she said sweetly to the strange lord.
 
“I am not impugning your honour you understand my lord, but I’d really rather not be left to face Brettonian ‘justice’ if you accidently sail away without us.”