Father Quigo nodded.  "Some of our brothers have done some light sailing, but nothing between islands.  It'd be risky, but it's an option in the case of an emergency.  It'd be better to have a boat coming with its own crew."  Then Quigo leaned back and smiled.  "And I don't think there'd be much to worry about should your party stay too long.  Bad comes to worse, they wind up in a delicate condition for a few months."<br/><br/>Everyone walking down the hallway would soon find a rather odd sight.  In the middle of the corridor were two people.  One was a light blue woman, her belly swollen out like several of the others' were.  The other was an all-black catfolk dressed in a habit like Father Quigo's, but wet all over with some kind of fluid.  As he noticed the onlookers, he stopped and waved to them.  "Uh...," he could almost be seen blushing as he smiled.  "H-h-hi.  I'm Brother Cadrick."<br/><br/>Outside was an anvil and fire, with several other simple tools.  A set of pliers is readily available, small enough to help Taizee re-weave her armor.  Nothing can reforge any broken links, but the whole links should be easily woven back together.