"What do you think?" Emmaline asked as she stepped from the dress makers store, somewhat gingerly given the events of the previous night. As Markus had predicted the cost of the inn had stretched their remaining resources. Well no one would accuse Emmaline of making good decisions when in the grip of gold lust. Fortunately she had been able to temporarily transmute her remaining silver coins into golden Tilean lire. Hopefully the coins would go into a strong box or be traded to others before the magic faded and the innkeeper realized that his guests had cheated him. Morgan had sent Halfdan to the inn with the message that they had found the spare spares, cordage and rations that they needed and that loading would be complete later that night. Apparently one of the Estalian galleons in harbor had been willing to sell their spares, at a mark up of course, given they only had a short voyage home. Food had been more of a problem, it was expensive and rare in a place like Tobaro which had little agriculture of its own. Luckily the mines produced salts as well as metals and salted fish, though unpalatable was readily availble. The one necessity they hadn't been able to secure was rum, though Markus was confident that rum or arrak could be found in the ports of Araby once they set sail.

Markus looked up from where he had been sitting on a barrel eating an apple and eyed her. They had decided that since they were still going to be loading supplies they might as well take up the invitation to dine with the nobility and the navigator families. Emmaline had parted with her last few coins as a down payment her ensemble, a gown of dark blue silk with sleeves of different shades which seemed to hint at waves on the ocean. A sash of golden silk encircled her waist and blue slippers for her stockinged feet. Though she lacked the extravagant jewelry of many nobles, the sapphire necklace made up for the lack and then some.