It's still raining torrentially in Westcrown at night, but if anything that's a good thing; it means there's less security out on the dock. It also makes it kind of hard to find the targeted ships but honestly they're not being that worried about getting the wrong ships. The thing is that the slave traders will try to rebook, if some ships are still operational. If it's big enough to be oceangoing not shore-hopping it's fair game. 

They get to the first one and go below decks, Air Bubble up, and spread around alchemist's fire.

"Hey, that stuff's really flammable, you should be more careful with it."

(summon firefighters)

Oh fuck. 

"It's a slave ship. Better for it to burn." Sometimes people even agree with them about this. If they don't, they can take a merciful pike to the chest.

"Oh, you're only burning slave ships? How are you checking?"

Ah good a reasonable person. "Someone who works on the manifests and fees tipped us off. They're gonna use these ships to send hundreds of people to their deaths tomorrow. Just gotta keep them in port until slavery ends in Cheliax."

"Oh, what's the plan for un-burning the ships after?"

"What's your plan for un-murdering the hundreds of people the ships are going to drag off to their deaths?"

"I will simply travel back in time and recommend that the Queen order the port closed until after the Constitutional Convention holds its vote on slavery.

...

Oh look, I guess that's going to work, here's a port authority order to that effect."

...they will examine it very suspiciously. 


        "Fuck yes."

"Maybe she's not so bad after all." 

                   "I could fake this in twenty minutes with my bad hand."

"Is there any reason to think this is real?"

There are copies plastered all over the wharf you freedom-fighting arsonist morons.

"Either it's real or someone had enough forewarning about your intended arson to compose a fake port authority notice and hire a seventh-circle spellcaster to hide in the hold of the first ship you were planning to torch and politely inform you that your arson is unnecessary. If the captain of this ship had that much notice, and the port weren't really closed, don't you think he might've just left yesterday?"

"It takes time to make deals and move people and crew and load ships. We know people were making those deals. If your Queen shut that down, good."

      "Monarchies are still a bunch of bullshit, though."

           "Not right now, Cat."

"So are we all agreed that we're not setting fire to this ship to stop the shipment of salt cod to Demirah?"

"We'll leave, and go check out the port stoppage, and if slaves aren't being shipped out of here there'll be no problems. - thanks, if it's not a forgery."

"Well, actually, after you check out the port stoppage and confirm to your satisfaction that it's genuine I'm going to arrest you. On charges of attempted arson."

"Mmmhmm." They're gonna be out of here long before that.

Sure they are. Which one's the teleporter?

"Up the ladder, ladies and gentlemen."

The girl recently scolded as 'Cat' for her anti-monarchy opinions. She'll take the others' hands as they get back to the upper deck.

Yeah ok, just so long as it's not boots.

Nope just a standard wizard's Teleport.

Counterspell.

Cat turns around to glare incredulously at her.

Then someone will attempt the Merciful pike to the chest.

Oh, look at her, dodging a merciful pike.

"Really this will go slightly better for you if you don't attack officers of the law when they try to arrest you."

"Your country allows slavery. Your law isn't worth respecting and isn't worth enforcing." These experienced fairly scary adventurers really still expect they can take down a single wizard in melee. She's a wizard, in sword's range, and outnumbered five to one. 

They might have to hit her first.

"Arson's a crime in Andoran, too, you know. Last warning."

      "Never committed arson in Andoran, personally."  

               "Never been to Andoran, personally."

"Or what? You just said you're going to arrest us, you'll arrest us more?"

"They'll add on charges of resisting arrest and assaulting an agent of the crown and make it significantly more expensive for your countrymen to buy your release?"

"Pretty sure we haven't assaulted any agents of the crown," says Cat, smirking. "Your Majesty. Haven't you got anything better to do with your time? A sleepy commoner with the decree would've been plenty of reason to leave off, if it's legitimate."

       "Sorry, what?"

              "She's got a mind blank up and is good in a fight."

"Oh, good job, most people don't put that together that fast.

A sleepy commoner with a decree wouldn't successfully arrest the lot of you. And then people might think they can get away with attempted arson."

"Personally if I were the Queen of Cheliax I'd be a lot more concerned with how they are, millions of them, getting away with enslaving and raping and beating and murdering other people because it's legal."

"For three more days, after which the institution will be abolished not by the arbitrary decree of a conquering monarch but by the vote of an assembly of the Chelish people. Assuming that the vote doesn't go the other way due to anti-abolitionist sentiment stirred up by random acts of arson, which it very well could have done if we hadn't learned you were coming in advance."

"I was honest-to-gods super excited when I heard that the convention was gonna vote on it, last week, and then way less excited when I heard that actually the convention had been unfortunately suspended indefinitely by complete coincidence the day it decided that, and then a bit more excited when I heard they were gonna get back to it, and then a bit less excited when I heard that every merchant in Westcrown was working diligently to ship their slaves out before the deadline, and if the decree's for real then you deserve the same commendation as every other citizen who played a role in bringing that about but you'll forgive the rest of us for waiting to congratulate you until it actually happens, yeah? It's been eighteen months. That's a long time for hundreds of thousands of people to be enslaved while you're getting around to it."

"Actually," says one of the other men who hasn't spoken, "I think that we were motivated by a desire to raise the prices of whatsit cod and this had nothing to do with slavery, yeah?"

"If they really are closing the ports, and the vote doesn't get tragically cancelled again - tell me about the whatsit cod."

"Easy peasy. We're mercs, we work for a cod competitor. You've bested us, your Majesty, take us away."

Sure, the lot of them can be escorted to an appropriately-secure prison and held on charges of salt-cod-related industrial sabotage until the slavery vote is over and Andira Marusek makes a sufficiently elaborate show of contrition.