Phintil followed the group of sailors out of the tavern, relived to have a way to get back home to Adela. He was, however, a little worried about the girl's words. What did she mean "help out?" He had offered to do some work, but she was being rather vague about it...
Still, time enough to worry about that later. It was only a short walk to the docks, and an even quicker one from there to the ship they would be taking. The name was painted on the side, Rain, it said. The deck was filled with cheering sailors, which Phintil assumed were the crew, and they referred to the girl as captain. Well that answered that question.
Speaking of question, she had just asked him one. "I'm Phintil," he responded to her query, "and yes I still want to go." He looked at her quizzically. "I don't believe I caught your name either."