The Silver Spirit was nothing like its name, it was a trading cog which meant that it was wide and deep ideal for carrying cargo. Or was Katrina had came to call it, a wallowing cow that seemed to roll with every tiny wave.<br/><br/>She had made it to Luscan riding along with a caravan carrying silk and cloth. Not the greatest of cargo’s but still valuable enough to need guards. Rumors where everywhere, everyone was on edge and that meant that merchants where nervous and nervous merchants wanted guards so work was easy enough to find.<br/><br/>But in the taverns on the way wise heads where saying that Waterdeep was the place to be. Even the Travelers where worried or so the gossip went and maybe looking for those that had a hanker for adventure.  There was a caravan going that way but then there was this other job offer. A merchant was sending his daughter to Waterdeep by sea and required a female guard. Given the randy nature of sailors a wise precaution Katrina had to admit.<br/><br/>Plus the ship would get her to WaterDeep a lot quicker and so it had proved. Which for Katrina was a blessing, the daughter was so innocent, attractive and the crew where a randy lot. It seemed that at times she needed eyes in the back of her head as well as a tougher back. Sleeping with her back to the daughter’s cabin door had been somewhat uncomfortable but had worked.<br/><br/>Still the ship was heading into the harbor now and the Daughter’s virtue was intact. Once the ship was docked Katrina would bid farewell to it and the daughter who would be handed over to her Aunt. Then with some coin in her purse she would go into the taverns and try to locate an agent for the travelers.<br/>