Niomah stood and made her way off the poop deck. She slowly walked the length of the ship, to the fo'c'sle, taking care to stay out of the way of the sailors as they got the ship under way. She sat on the for'ard ballista, wondering whether the weapon had ever been fired successfully in combat. She looked out to sea, where clouds gathered near the horizon. This would be an entertaining voyage to say the least.<br/><br/>Alone for the moment, she pulled the scroll she had obtained from her robe and unrolled it. A crude map of the world was revealed. A wave of her hand and it changed, showing the ship leaving port as a crude icon. Another ship was heading in, just over the horizon. It would be visible in about two minutes by her estimation. A further wave of her hand and she chuckled. The ship and crew were shown in detail, the true nature of everyone on board, including herself, revealed. People standing on the quayside too, and those on the incoming merchant vessel.<br/><br/>And the traitor on their ship. She released the parchment from her spell and pushed it back into her robe. Standing, she headed back toward the stern of the ship. "Captain? A word please?"