The Synodiporia Psychic Network

I need to know the identity of a possible Infiltrator. Her name was Gorgonba, but others called her Gran. She was a Gorgon, but had adopted... the elf boy that I was.

[There's a feeling not unlike holding one's breathe, of hope and trepidation. He obviously already has an idea of whom it may have been. There is only one other person he knew whose name had ended in a 'ba'....]

[Drizzt's flat annoyance filters through slightly despite his attempts to contain it.]

You must be joking.

[He lets out the equivalent of a sigh.]

How does one return to their true form after they have "received" one from the previous Jaunt?

ENOUGH!

We are handling the situation! Stop your shouting at the poor man! It was an honest mistake, and I am safe. It is common for goodly folk to consider me an enemy when taken by surprise of my appearance, and I will not fault those here for doing the same.

Leave him be.

I know that there are many who are disturbed by what we assume is the next Jaunt. There is little I can do to alleviate those fears. However, I can offer a small diversion.

My room in Liminal Space, accessible through my father's training hall, is more a forest and campsite than a room. I have made it to be night in its ceiling, and have set out some food and drink, including s'mores, so that you may have something happier to occupy your mind for a short while.

All are welcome-- [he chuckles lightly.] --and all I ask is for it to remain in one piece

[Translation to all that noise; PARTY AT DRIZZT'S PLACE.]

[Drizzt sounds older than he currently looks in person, owing to the wonky drow-to-human teenager translation of his body.

He does, however, sound eagerly enough that it might be a little hard to tell the difference.]

I've found a number of books at the local library that I would like to copy for the Workshop's own library. Is there anyone that can assist me while we are still here? I cannot simply steal them. ... And is it possible we could find more interesting ones before we leave?

[Now you know why Drizzt has been quiet for a good portion of this jaunt: B O O K S. And yes, apparently Drizzt has managed to find the time to read even with all the things that have been happening. Drizzt is dedicated.]

((OOC: Running list of what I'm thinking of here. There will be updates.))

[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.

Thorne is seeing to who is still themselves, but there is a pressing matter for those of us aboard the Cornu since we have enough food and water to last for some time as well as some amount of weaponry.

Who here besides myself has experience sailing, and who will be at the helm? And to where should we go?

((OOC: you can see the details of what the ship holds here))