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WHO: Darras & Yseult
WHAT: the Vice Admiral and the Scoutmaster discuss boat stuff
WHEN: Now-ish
WHERE: Scouting office
NOTES: Nah

Tonight, the maps spread across the table are focused on the Waking Sea, coastlines and currents from Val Royeaux to Llomerryn. Yseult is perched on the edge somewhere around the middle of the Amaranthine, a half-eaten pie from the kitchens' supper in one hand and a report in the other. A number of tokens are already distributed around the map, more sitting in a little pile near Darras, waiting their turn.

"Passenger who survived the Heinrich says he saw a two-masted ship," she reads, crossing dangling legs at the ankle. "But describes what might've been a fish on the flag. Says they were a day out of Hercinia, bound for Dairsmuid. Captain of the Tawny was on the same route about four hours behind, he said he saw a three-masted ship with Antivan colors that he lost turning landwards. He thinks the figurehead was a woman with a sword."

She sighs, and sets that page down in favor of her wine glass. "Is it possible to confuse a woman with a sword with a swordfish?"
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"We might as well wait til the next at this point." It's dry but not a complaint--she's never been good at anniversaries either.

Listening to his stories, on the other hand, she's great at. Yseult lifts her fork like she's about to ask for clarification about the skeletons when he goes ahead and fills it in, and she laughs and returns to finishing off the last of the pie. "Sounds like quite a character. And he's obviously Antivan with a name like that." She smiles, wide and a little apologetic for interrupting to introduce logic into the narrative. "Go on."