"Sure," Aria agreed, "If those two don't know the Coin on Edge, I'll have them point me to that Flaming Mermaid's Hair place they like, ask about for the Coin, and leave a message for you with the proprietor or bartender about where it is, if it's not samesaid individual who's always pointed me the way."<br/><br/>"Cutting in our Valkuran friends here is fine with me...perhaps they can do the legwork of scaring up a buyer for the ship and negotiating the sale, as they seem more connected about this quarter than you or I, particularly among those who might be int he market for a ship. And maybe they'll know a reasonable someone or someones to deliver our captive Bikke to as well, like the presumably-Tymoran knights Sara spoke of in her sending." Once upon a time, Aria knew, she might've been more hard-nosed about her own material gain from such exploits, but perhaps Rose and other recent life experiences were having a good effect on her. And, in some ways she resisted some of her own impulses perhaps more than most folk, out of an imperfectly-self-confident fear of somehow regressing or giving in to the heritage of her erinyes great-grandmother which Aria had always half-blamed for her somewhat tempestuous adolescence (then again, most pureblood humans' could be described in like terms).<br/><br/>Ingus pointed out to Aria the Flaming Mermaid's Hair, already in sight along the boardwalk and, in retrospect somewhat obvious enough from the life-size redheaded mermaid statue flouncing right upon a slanted roof textured to look like a sandy shore. Aria wondered whether Rose could've gone with her immediately by dimension dooring the two mariners to their trimaran and then whisking just herself back to the pier. She thought perhaps the shifter's ability was either in the short term exhausting or exhaustible , like her own vestigial innate spellpower to evoke darkness, or that perhaps Rose wanted more time to discuss the details of the planned party or the ship sale and profit-sharing with the two, or simple enjoy some well-earned social time.<br/><br/>In any case, it occurred to Aria that if her asking around sped up Rose's finding the coin, and if her compatriot's dooring wasn't more or less inexhaustible, as it'd seemed so far, that Rose might intend to 'catch up' to her with it, as when they'd teleported off the roof of Sara's to more quickly double back toward the Avenue of Effulgent Light.<br/><br/>To Aria's amusement, a number of denizens along the boardwalk had noticed the great faux-Waukeenite ship coming in and watched (but were not,as far as Aria could tell, aware of the brief moments of violence abovedeck). The Mermaid clientele were of a distinctly maritime cast, but far less gruff and more good-natured than what Aria remembered from the dock establishments of Luskan or other Prime port cities. The proprietor behind the bar did, apparently, know the Coin on Edge, and directed her with a wry chuckle and not the begrudging than Aria might've expected from asking for directions to an ostensibly competing establishment. Aria mentioned that a friend with a certain hair coloration would likely be along asking the same after her, and then Aria herself went on her way.<br/><br/>She glanced back at the pirate ship enough to satisfy herself that no one was boarding uninvited to filch contents aboard or the ship itself (another commonplace thing in Luskan, but so far seeming less an issue in this good-aligned plane), then headed into the city.<br/><br/>The Coin on Edge was no more of a jaunt than Sara's had been. Its wood-and-marble interior, with tobacco wafting about, reminded Aria just a bit the Fifth Queen. If the Mermaid's tankards were hoisted by mostly men and wenches of ship and sea, the Coin patrons seemed mostly masters and ladies of staff and spellbook. Wizardly robes, precise and erudite tones and conversations, and more than a few arcane diagrams shared for scribbling and debate out upon bar and tables, all said as much to Aria.<br/><br/>Aria approached teh bar behind which a blonde in the daringly-cut emerald 'robes', if they could still be called such, took and concocted elaborate mixed drinks using prestidigitation magic as much as her own direct touch.  In low tones she asked for Sarda, and was directed down a hall.<br/><br/>As she breezed down the mirrored corridor, though, a voice caught her, speaking her name. She turned with a bit of a start, and realized that one of the mirrored panels showed not herself, but an elder man. He looked as much a wizard as had Bikke a pirate, with well-kept narrow white beard, robes of bold red, and a pipe which levitated near the corner of his mouth in between puffs of contact with it. Sharp gray-blue eyes appraised her above a hawk-nose, and for the man's obviously advanced age, he seemed full of vigor.<br/><br/>Aria answered her name, "Logical enough...the sending gave my name and my compatriot's, and as our lady has had encounters with each of us, she could've matched faces to names for your benefit."<br/><br/>The wizard stepped out of the mirror, and then promptly leaned back against it, the glass quite solid. "Aye, then ye'll knew my name in turn. And where pray is our other lady with the other name?"<br/><br/>She glanced up and down the hall, and realized that the wizard had appeared just where she'd first become out of sight of any other patrons, at least for the moment. "I do, Sarda. She'll be along soon enough. In the meantime, might I share what we cold not fit into our sending, and have observed since."<br/><br/>"I've always time for such tales, even at - especially at - such junctures of import as these." Sarda took a puff of his levitating pipe, folded his loose-sleeved arms behind his back, and traipsed leisurely along the mirrored hall.<br/><br/><br/><br/>You can either advance Rose's time up to catching up with Aria, or to earlier than that (such as if she interacts with Luneth / Ingus / the ship / tavern / etc. in a way in which awaits a response), as you like.