It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Fjord, a half-orc warlock . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, She pointed out
 The Mistake
 was still in need of repairs. Avantika agreed, saying also that she has a contact on Darktow who can help find another temple of Uk'otoa.
DM: At this point Vera says, "Captain, at this moment, it appears that we have maybe 11 days of supplies, given that our crew has now swelled. As such, we could probably make it back to Darktow to also complete the repairs on The Mist, as it is seaworthy, but I do not know how long. So that would be my recommendation. Maybe making a stop or two along the way, whatever's close by." The "captain considers. "Very well, I guess we'll make our way westward onto Darktow to get repairs done, "to supply up, and should you wish to stay, make our way to the next leg of our journey. Who knows? It seems that you are up for your own rewards to be reaped, eh?"
Player: Indeed. Such a mighty display on the way back, I feel like I would be left wanting if I didn't try and pursue the same sort of glory.
DM: "Of course. Well, these gifts are paltry. Once Uk'otoa is truly free, then the true blessing can be given."
Player: Captain, may I ask, you knew of this location already. Do you have a lead on another?
DM: "I have a lead on someone that should be in Darktow that would be able to-- with the right amount of coin-- give us the information we seek. Hopefully. If not, we'll be sitting here with our thumbs up our asses, but I've paid well enough, and this person has come through before, so fingers crossed, eh?"
Player: Indeed.
DM: "Regardless, I think we could all use a bit of rest, eh?" Looks over to Caduceus.
