Zoya reached out a hand and shook on the deal. Davin arched an eyebrow out her demonstrating that he knew that it was only her word which carried weight and not a handshake. For much of the White Tower's existence there had been no Oaths, they had been adopted to help calm the fears of the populace but it seemed to many Aes Sedai that they did more harm than good.

"I swear that I will treat and pay you fairly," Zoya amplified and was annoyed to see a look of relief cross the Thieftakers face. 

"Excellent, well now that you are paying, what is the first order of business?"

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The rain had stopped as they exited the wreck of the ancient ship though the sky skill scudded with grey cloud. They were on a large tidal plain, shallow pools of water intercut with deeper channels and raised sandbanks. Zoya immediately saw that Davain had used driftwood to construct simple fish weirs in the deeper streams. Several silvery forms were trapped within by the ebbing tide. The Thieftaker took a long sharp stick and began neatly spearing them. Zoya let her eyes track over the salt flat. Judging from the pale greenery the tidal flat gave way to salt marsh a mile or so from the beach. From what the maps said, there was little of value and few settlements in this desolate region.	

"Too bad we dont have anyway to ..." Davian began. The fish seemed to come apart into strips, and then the strips shriveled as the moisture was sucked from the fillets. "Dry them," He concluded. Davian wrapped the dried fish in some parchment from his pack and tucked it away.

"Well you saw the vision from the Saddle Light," Zoya suggested, "any idea which way we should head?"