<strong>Location:</strong>The borders of Cecylene<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Silk, Chorgath, and Everyone Else<br/><br/>There is a brief sensation of Florivet's inclination to resist failing entirely; it is like music to Chorgath's ears.<br/><br/>Florivet cannot help himself; he licks his lips interestedly as his gaze flicks up and down the Sidereal woman's body, almost ravishing her with intrigued delight the his eyes alone.  "I would worry for myself, were I in thy place," the demon calls back, a lascivious grin on his face.  "I can build up<em>quite</em>the appetite with a strong wind at my back!"<br/><br/>With an idle motion, he throws the gangplank over the side of the vessel, bridging the gap between the brass of the Demon City and his ship.  "The<em>Foremost Gale</em>and its captain are thine to direct, Lord Chorgath," Florivet announces grandly.  "It'll be a bit of a tight fit, with your whole company aboard, but if you can manage to avoid throwing one another overboard, we'll make good time to Creation.  Have ye provisions to last the journey?"<br/><br/>Ruby and Cerulean take that as their queue and prepare some of the barrels of foodstuff and precious, precious water to start rolling up the way.  Florivet nods approvingly and motions broadly for people to begin boarding.  "So, stop me if you've heard this one before," he says wryly, stepping to the side to permit people past.  "A Lawgiver, a Vizier, a Witch, a Deathknight, a Warlock, a citizen, an elemental, and a raksha all walk into a bar..."<br/><br/>"This is going to be a long five days, isn't it?" Iori grumbles, getting to her feet.