While ransacking and shucking the armor of the death knights enthusiastically, Aria tilted her head side to side, as if literally weighing the options, "Look for Bikke's ship, I suppose, since if we go there right now, as you say, we're more likely to prevent any escape of his. Even if said escape is sans Sara and even sans Garland, if the goblin and tiefling thugs he employed were any judge, I rather like the idea of forestalling whatever future pillaging such a crew would likely be prone to." She looked up at Rose and sighed. "I'm less than totally objective though - I grew up in Luskan, a city in the northwest of Faerun in the Prime - a city governed by pirate lords, such as it was; those successful enough at the former designation to buy their way into the ranks of the latter."<br/><br/>"But 'tis objective haste which guides my thoughts, as far as I can self-see. And I suppose if we do catch both Bikke and Garland, or at least as many of the latter's cronies as we can, we'll have more information for Sara if-when we do make contact, and she'll have less to worry about in the future."<br/><br/>After they finished the looting, Sara glanced about the Tymoran chapel again, frowning at the vandalism, and remarking, "At least we can hope this will 'put the Lady of Luck on our side' in a more direct manner than when adventurers usually say it!"<br/><br/>As luck, or perhaps Lady Luck, would have it, they did pass a Tymoran temple when following the reversed directions.  Perhaps it was more expected than lucky, this being the celestial domain of the goddess. Aria hadn't really known which to expect in such a realm: whether temples would be everywhere, or nowhere for being 'redundant' somehow. Above its front double doors was a great circle of stained glass panes in the coin image, like that on the back wall of the chapel at Sara's.<br/><br/>The last turn of the directions put them back on the Avenue of Ellufgent Light - just a few blocks down of where they'd fought the hellhounds and goblins, no less. Aria wondered whether they, the tieflings, and the death knights had all split off from one another or gone at staggered intervals. She remarked that given the slow shuffle of the death knights in their armor coupled with the fact that they'd had some time to slay eladrins and search and vandalize at Sara's, the skeletal-faced honorless knights had perhaps had some lead, but that would seem to necessitate them having gone to Sara's before Rose's swift defeat of Garland had foiled his (presumably) primary plan at the arena.<br/><br/>As they sighted the coastal end of the avenue, Aria was reminded of how, when she'd stood with Rose at the upper edge of the Circus, at the moment they'd met, they'd been able to see harbor and sea  all the way down the avenue and over rooftops to the water.<br/><br/>At the broad boardwalk after the last block of buildings, the pair were aggressively attacked by a scattering of merchants and touts brandishing fresh fish, confectionery treats, pearl jewelry, other knickknacks, and flyers or sales pitches for leisure boat outings.<br/><br/>The sea itself was like a single translucent aquamarine gem, melted and poured into a great mold. They could see straight through the water, to a rainbow of teeming coral and a pod of dolphins within.<br/><br/>A variety of small craft docked at the pier which rolled like a tongue from the boardwalk end of the avenue, and likewise a pier in sight along the coast to either side; none seemed of the dimensions to typically accommodate nine tieflings and two hellhounds. Several small sailboats sported couples or groups picnicking and drinking on their bobbing decks, and one trimaran hosted two more rugged types gesticulating and pointing back into the city as well as out to sea.<br/><br/>That way, the only craft anchored far out was larger than those at the pier; a three-masted galleon of an old style but well made and kept. A quarter-mile out to sea, its stern faced the boardwalk, with a great ivory and gold banner unfurled and hanging over the stern almost to the rudder. The banner bore the symbol of Waukeen, goddess of commerce and another Power who dealt in the same plane of Brightwater. Her symbol was similar to Tymora's, a great gold coin with a relief of a woman's face. Along the rail of the stern were several little streamers and flower garlands in pastel colors, and there was even a maypole with its own set of dangling pastel streamers set up on the aftcastle. Several figures danced merrily, feminine ivory gowns flapping in the wind. Another figure stood high in the crow's nest of the central mast, also dancing and swinging about the last length of mast above.