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The smokey air of the Dried Mermaid was refreshing to Nathanial like a homecoming. He walked through the bar to the salty balcony and joined Esteban overlooking the choppy seas under gray cloud. Tilean galleons had become more and thus, most of the inhabitants of Nastoga were battered crews and survivors looking for respite.
"I spoke with some smugglers," Nathanial started. "They lost a ship off the coast. There should be plenty of plunder if we can find it."
Things learned from at the tavern:
A stuttering sailor named Samach of the Twisted Pistol said the Pistol was sunk off the coast of the Libertina. He was happy to help navigate to the small island in hopes of finding some crew and salvage the spoils.
The gruff dwarven crew of the Iron Fist refused to engage n discourse, but others described them as working precious metal mines deep in the jungles of Sabril. No one knew where, but their iron clad ships and the occasional airship could be seen over the waves.
Benoit of the Charmouse suggest Nathanial take his small craft up the River Dine. There was a temple he had caught sight of, but was driven off by the natives.
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