The morning of the day after next,<span style="font-style: italic">Swiftwind</span>lies nuzzled against the Adderport docks. “This,” Lion snaps, “is quite unacceptable. Your contract-of-charter<span style="font-style: italic">clearly</span>states your liability for any damages caused to my<span style="font-style: italic">Swiftwind</span>in the course of completing that charter-”<br/><br/>“-except where such damages are caused by the incompetance of the crew!” Surkil argues. “You<span style="font-style: italic">chose</span>to sail into that storm, and you've already accept that the elasmosaurus was<span style="font-style: italic">only</span>present<span style="font-style: italic">because</span>it was stormblown from Xen'drik's waters!”<br/><br/>“<span style="font-style: italic">I</span>recall<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>insisting that we sail upon the evening tide!” Lion shoots back.<br/><br/>“Whereas the<span style="font-style: italic">contract</span>– which is<span style="font-style: italic">standard</span>– states<span style="font-style: italic">all</span>sailings shall be at the<span style="font-style: italic">Captain's</span>discretion.” Surkil replies.<br/><br/>You have to admit, the fight doesn't look staged, but they quickly reach the point of Surkil angrily removing his cargo, whilst Lion replies that a bill for damages will be forthcoming via Lyrandar's d'Sivis legal counsel.<br/><br/>With the supplies on the dock, you'll easily and unobtrusively be able to collect what you need. With no prospect of<span style="font-style: italic">Swiftwind</span>sailing again today, you've time to shop if you wish, scout the local wateringholes, supply yards and hostelrys for information, and perhaps even recruit local guides – 'on the eve of your departure' Surkil has advised, 'grease their palms well, and give them no opportunity to slip away after'. He's still, clearly, concerned for secrecy, yet still more worried that you'll be forced to abandon the expedition, or, worse, fail to return at all.