The rowing is slow going, Divdor attempting to row along while also avoiding the sun.  Chezseth is perhaps a bit squirmy, her tight body moving slightly beneath Yula to try to get comfortable.  She eventually is able to be still, her breath soft against the back of Yula's neck, one of her hands resting gently on her hip while the other is jammed down next to the kitsune's bare thigh.  There are a moment or two when the canoe scrapes rocks that her hand there tightens a bit, squeezing at her lightly, but apart from that she behaves herself aboard the boat.  "Night work would perhaps be best," she mutters out as she attempts to find a way to block out the sun more, eventually just leaning her head down on the kitsune's shoulder and closing her eyes.  The mention of potential racial concerns draws a hard silence from each of them, perfect to give Yula time to worry over the release of whatever it was.<br/><br/>The two drow help as well as they can with getting the canoe out of the water and setting it into the shore.  "Nightfall will be welcome, I think," says Divdor with a tight grin on his face, then the two set off, eventually taking pieces of their armor and pulling them up above their heads.  This shows the tight black shirts beneath, a fine display of elven bodies, especially if Yula's developed some taste for drow.  They travel along the path, getting to Heaford and the Storm and Queen.  With a bright grin, Ayca comes out to greet them arms raised followed by a couple of the Storm's bouncers, "Yula!  Welcome home.  Let me help you with your bags and get you a drink.  And I'm sure you'll be wanting a nice, warm bath."<br/><br/>Chattering away, she leads the three into the inn to toast and celebrate their victory, tainted though it is by thoughts of something coming through the ancient magic of Malrefesh.