<span style="font-weight: bold">Surkil</span><br/><br/>“The Lhazaar Principalities,” Surkil coughs at Linda’s casual discussion of devouring, “are a rough and dangerous place. You should be cautious in all dealings,” he continues. “Additionally, a companion to your group has presented herself to me. I’ve some mutually-profitable dealings with her in the past, and she’s a member of House d’Orien in fair standing,” he coughs, “for a posting such as Adderport,” (a town almost entirely unsuitable for the overland transportation in which House d’Orien specialise). “She shares many of your interests, and mine. I came across her quite by chance some years ago, in regard to some relics I, ah, acquired, which in retrospect may have had some bearing upon their recent teleportation-circle scheme,” he sighs, “good times.”<br/><br/>As he beckons, a figure steps from the entrance belowdecks, where Surkil’s cabin aboard is located.