A Town and a Dragon

I have left the land-dwelling tree keeper.
 
It meant I had to go back into the town of Saltmarsh, for there were both my shipmates and the statue that acts as anchor for the Black Hunger. I tried to ask the people, who were fussing over a bit of metal near the statue, why they would put a thing like that in the place where they live - but they were not very forthcoming with their answers. It seems they do not understand what I am talking about. This language of theirs is very limited in its ability to explain complex metaphysics, but is that my fault?
 
One human claimed to be able to tell me more and asked me to follow him into a building. There he kept speaking in ridiculously vague terms and then grabbed a needle of a brine-marching-sleep-killer. The audacity! I struck him with a wave of air and thunder and to my chagrin hit Flick who coincidentally was behind a door that was blown off its hinges.
 
I need to apologize for that.
 
Flick is very good at making the land-dwellers his friends, though, and he calmed everybody down. One of his new friends is Alad and he might work as a translator between what I need to convey to the people of this city and the limited minds of said people. I admit I am getting frustrated with this place already. I wish we could just leave, but the Ship, she is broken, Eostra-Captain has business somewhere here with I know not whom and I have taken the fight against the Black Hunger on as my duty.
 
I am also afraid we might need to go deeper into land. There was a thread of darkness tying the statue to something further up the earthen waves. I will talk to Flick. He will know what to do. He is wise, our little dragon.