Aelindra: [laughs] Because no one else wanted the job.
Thornveil: [looks to left] You mean no one else was stupid enough to take the job.
Aelindra: [smiles] Exactly!
Thornveil: [deadpans] And you think it logical to follow the word of a panicked goblin named Sizzwick Copperbolts who reeked of fish?
Aelindra: [spins in circles in the sunlight] Would you rather he smell like lilacs?
Thornveil: [grumbles] I would have rather he didn’t smell at all!
Aelindra: [laughs] Come on, Thornveil! What more could you ask for? He specifically said he needed a warlock and a druid.
Aelindra: [points] Warlock.
Aelindra: [points at self] Druid. We’re PERFECT for the job.
Thornveil: [crosses arms over chest] Yeah, and you don’t find that suspicious??
Aelindra: [continues spinning] Not in the slightest. Besides, you’re already dead, so what do you care?
Thornveil: [grumbles, pauses, grumbles again] I care if YOU die.
Aelindra: [stops dancing] Awww, aren’t we a cute undead warlock?
Thornveil: [turns to leave] Nope. Changed my mind. You can die. I’ll catch you in the next life.
Aelindra: [laughing, chases] I’m kidding! Kidding! It’s just so adorable when you try to get in touch with your feelings.
Thornveil: [grumbles]
Aelindra: [smiles] Okay, Sizzwick said there’s a cult on a boat doing SOMETHING with a big glowing circle and tentacles, and he wants us to get his ship back!
Thornveil: [deadpans] He also said he’d pay in gold. Then corrected to MOSTLY gold. Then added that only SOME of it is real.
Aelindra: [smiles] EXACTLY.
Thornveil: [looks down] Don’t you get seasick?
Aelindra: [shrugs] To help those in need, I’ll risk it.
Thornveil: [shrugs] It’s your stomach. Let’s go.
Aelindra: [walks towards boat, starts singing sea shanty] Oh, the warlock is grumpy and the seas are wide, he’s technically dead—but at least he’s on my side!
Thornveil: [follows behind] I will feed you to the Void.
Aelindra: [sings louder]
They locate the stolen ship, named The Soggy Prophet. It is surrounded by glowing purple water and the distant sound of chanting that occasionally stops to argue about the correct wording of a ritual. Sneaking aboard proves immediately disastrous when Aelindra shapeshifts into her travel form, a sea lion.
Thornveil: [unimpressed] You’re a seal.
Aelindra: [smiles] Sea lion.
Thornveil: [continues to stare] You’re a large wet dog.
Aelindra: [deliberately splashes him]
