"Someone was looking for you," a drunk, muscular man applying some paint to his fingernails says to Belmarniss as she walks by. "Drow girl."
"I think I am actually a fairly typical eighth level wizard, though admittedly those are rare, and Fazil is a very typical eighth level cleric of Abadar. Hagan is -
- well, we love him anyway."
"Lots of animals do that! Like butterflies with eyes on their wings. It's to misdirect predators."
"I don't think I've actually seen any butterflies like that. Do they also look super dorky?"
"I think it's hard to make your scales look like eyes so you gotta have weird eyes to compensate."
They follow the ship towards Taldor. Fazil composes and sends a Sending. People work on the deck of the ship; some of them are the people they were looking for.
"The one scared of the dark? - bit late for him to be just starting his shift if he's scared of the dark."
"It was a candle? That's even weirder than if he had a magic light and left it on because he might as well. Fire hazard, cargo space."
"I don't have a normal sounding guess. Abnormal sounding guesses - his shipmates tolerate this because he has some indispensable ability. Candle is in fact magic, safe, reusable, etcetera, and just looks like a candle for aesthetic reasons. His girlfriend has a crystal ball and likes to watch him sleep. He has some oddball magic that involves waking up in the middle of the night with useful dreams he has to write down right away before he forgets them. He is a quarter some nocturnal species and can't sleep in the dark. The idea is that if someone storms the ship the candle gets knocked over on no prep time and ignites a keg of explosives and they all wake up in a temple with their benefactors with the evidence sunk to the bottom of the sea."
"- a girlfriend looking in with a crystal ball - if he's expecting to be scried on and doesn't know when -"
"There wasn't a note laid out next to the candle or anything but could be that the clothes he had laid out meant something."