Morgan raises an eyebrow, but nods "Honeymoon? Right.. I'll be sure to put you in a private room.. one with thick walls. But it will be good to have a cleric aboard, in case the unfortunate happens." She points at Karanissa "And it's my ship, not Tallbow's."  She turns to go, but calls back over her shoulder to the bladesinger "I expect it shouldn't be too hard to recognize. Ugly, fanged, likely reeking of brimstone. Probably eager to kill you and eat you giblets. That sort of thing."<br/><br/>Morgan continues readying the ship, sending her crew men scurrying about. "Oh, and the crate in the hold? No touchie, ok? Special delivery for Oerth."