Fisher took his time washing and getting dressed, wincing as he pulled his tunic on over the light abrasions on his skin, not that a few marks of passion were going to deter one of the Unconquered Sun's chosen. After giving Zephira enough time to leave with her entourage, he walked downstairs and grabbed one of his most sober men. "Darius. Gather the men. We'll need to set sail sooner than expected."<br/><br/>He didn't worry overmuch about his sailor being a bit under the weather from carousing. No sailor worth his salt was unable to perform hung over. It was one of the first skills some learn after being shanghaied. With the word spreading through the docks to return to ship, Fisher himself headed back to the ship to tell the others what he'd found.