[Audio/Visual] Dude where's our map? [Date TBD?]

[naturaltwohands]

[Drizzt's human hands are holding up some paper, his eyes focused on a note in neat Imperial Calligraphy:

I have your charts. If you want a chance of ever leaving this benighted island, bring me the Bando rebels’ box and give me safe passage back to the Empire.

K

Drizzt's gaze continues to linger on it as he speaks out loud, voice even but laced with anger. Yes, he's got a young teenager's voice. And yes, it doesn't do anger very well. Also yes, shut up.]

As the note says, our sea charts have been stolen. [You know, the ones Drizzt found after they didn't need them anymore?] I found this ransom note on the back of our charter.

Does anyone possess clues that might lead to the identity of the traitor? What course of action should we take? And where exactly would we meet this individual? They've neglected to mention a location with which to meet.

Comments

[theflyingone]

I can meet with you and make a drawing of this person.

[ "Police sketch" is a phrase a little ahead of his time. ]

[fruitknife]

Sure. If I'm not in the kitchen I'm in Liminal Space.

[theflyingone]

There are limits to how often I can make a portal. I would rather save that for an emergency. I hope you are in the Cornu's galley.

[ He's trekking over there anyway, it's not far. Luckily he has his drawing materials on him, as an island is less navigable than a city, and warrants more drawings of it. ]

[fruitknife]

Lately the emergency's been called 'nighttime.' [Especially once they worked out the damn whale was weakening people's immune systems. Shinji's immune system is crap enough as it is.

In any case, Shinji is indeed in what he's stubbornly referring to as the boat's kitchen, when Altair gets there. (He's Japanese and they have a thing about not inventing different words when there's a perfectly serviceable one right there, okay.)]