Aria's eyes widened a bit a the mention of the Anauroch; she knew of it, mostly by way of tavern-tales from other adventuring bands or merchants who'd unwisely tried crossings and barely survived, and readings from her education of ancient conquerors whose hubris had led them to attempt crossings in force. There were even rumors of an abandoned city at one edge of it, and of a foiled Zhentarim plot a generation or two ago to create a magically hospitable path across, so as to sweet across the good-aligned city of Silverymoon from an unsuspected angle. She wondered if Rose's unique-seeming physical appearance and speed had something to do with being from a place that Aria hadn't ever though to meet anyone from. Rose's mention of her maternal family had Aria imaging a whole tribe of folk like her, wondering how their coloration varied, and such idle things.<br/><br/>In the temple, a silver-tongued priestess began to broach the delicate subject of 'donation' that Aria had overheard variations during her time as a temple-dweller and agent of the Red Fellowship, her own goddess's adventuring order, though the Lady of Strategy's crimson-robed clergy were wont to be a bit more direct about it.<br/><br/>However, just as soon, when the identity of the intended recipient came up, another priestess popped out implored away any thought of payment, and took the message herself, remarking that she would indeed sending-relay any response from Sara along to Rose. Apparently this priestess also knew Haledan, the Tymoran priest who'd also been bodyguarding Sara and spell-recalled the two away. The first priestess mentioned, advertised even, that some at the temple enhancing arms or armor or other items with divine magic; sanctifying swords or imbuing luck-boons (a favorite of Tymorans) into amulets and rings (a favor, diplomatically mentioning that such did take a natural bit of time - and gold.<br/><br/>At the pier, the many vendors and touts had Aria smiling wryly. She mentioned in passing to Rose, having been reminded by this commercial activity and the earlier priestess, "My inn's quite close indeed to a craft-shop of wizards and a blacksmith which I suspect work in tandem; indeed 'twas part of how I chose the inn I did, as I seem to end up investing most of my spare coin back into such things. They appraise and buy, too; we might be able to, eh, 'liquidate' some of our spoils-thus-far there once we have the time. I noticed they work overnight too, probably so that folk can drop off and pick up some to-be-enhanced things at hours they're less likely to need them in between. Though I've noticed Brightwater seems to have a less strict circadian rhythm than what I knew of Faerun in any case - perhaps owning to the lack of an actual sun, the mild darkness that almost seems a ploy of the goddesses to help their faithful sleep, he much-reveling nature of said denizens, and the relatively lesser fears of street-thugs."<br/><br/>The Plane wasn't without its villains, of course, as they well knew, hence their present business. Aria took Rose's hand in turn, and smiled in mirth at the look on the men's faces when they appeared aboard the trimaran, their weight causing a sudden vibration of the net-like taut 'deck' between two of the three narrow hulls of the multihulled vessel.<br/><br/>"No permission needed for such as yourselves," one of the men tipped his head; by word and tone it was obvious a reference to their appearance or at least gender, although his gaze wasn't particularly lecherous, in fact he kept looking out to sea mostly, along with the other. Both men were silver-haired but not aged, perhaps celestial-blooded like so many in the upper planes, with eyes of aquamarine and turquoise colors respectively which rather matched the crystalline sea just beneath the netted deck. "And aye, we heard about the street-mayhem up the Effulgent about the Circus. "<br/><br/>"We, for our part, 'twer just arguing other whether we'd seen yon ship 'afore. A mite large for the vessels of the Merchant's Friend," he referred to Waukeen, and gestured to the banner hanging down the ship's stern, "But-"<br/><br/>"Not large at all," the other shook his head. When either of the men spoke, faint pinkish lines appeared just behind their ears and along their throats, almost gill-like.  "What're merchants of the godess herself without cargo aplenty, eh?"<br/><br/>"Aye, but look ye - she sits a bit high in the water if cargo-laden she is."<br/><br/>"A cargo of silks, perhaps, or one not yet loaded at all."<br/><br/>"And the loading would be right difficult, so far out to sea, as 'twill any unloading if that's her business. 'Tis the whole purpose of piers, though naturally here in the plane of Sune and Sharess and the like, most regard them as mere picpinic-places and scenic snuggling-spots."<br/><br/>"Not that there's anything wrong with that," the second men chuckled easily, glancing back down the pier.