The Scarlet Ascent is a lurid-sailed caravel, deep-bottomed and sleek.  She’s far more slender than the Gypsy Rover, and her three masts are hung with crimson sails.  Her lines and sheets and reefing points are twists of color—chestnut, teal, and sandy gold.  From her prow, the figurehead springs at you, a leggy maiden brandishing a sabre in a three-fingered hand. “Beautiful, isn’t she?” The tall, dark-haired sailor stands with his hands clasped behind his back, eyeing you inquiringly.  There’s a hint of amusement in his eyes as you face him.  “Can I help you?” he asks politely.  “I’m Captain Morwyr; this is my ship.” You stammer that you need passage.  Cador Morwyr nods gravely.  “A quarter of our cargo is human freight.  But I need to know your destination before I can name you a price.  Right now, we’re headed to Garth Llyr and Agendor Cove.  Which are you bound for, if you’re going that way?” Garth Llyr Agendor Cove Neither (Back to the Docks)