Dawn strikes the docks of Dol Amroth and about the ship called the Palangaer there is a busied activity. Goods for trade being stowed, masts being set - and a group of travellers preparing to embark. With them stands the Prince of Dol Amroth and his honour guard who looks upon the ship. He says at length, "Are you well prepared and stowed for the journey?"

Boromir stands beside the quay, looking into the shallow waters, at the small fish and the occasional jelly fish. At the Prince's words he turns and speaking loud enough for all to hear says, "Aye, we are ready to depart. And indeed should make some haste if we are to catch the full tide. But still, I ask you, though I know your reasons already, will you not join us in the quest Imrahil?"

Imrahil looks sad, "Alas, my heart yearns to go with you son of Denethor. Yet it cannot be done. The danger of the corsairs keeps me hither. Yet I send with you men of worth, including the Knight-Marshall, who shall go in my stead, if you shall allow it."

Charystra stands silently, her eyes turned to the west. Rare, she is all in black, a shadow crowned with golden hair and fair, almost fell face, beauty there but also strength. Her harp is with her, for she never goes without it, and she murmurs softly, "Aye Prince....we are ready...." her voice falling with the softness of the waves

With a quick gaze in the general direction of the Palace of Dol Amroth, more specifically the Tower of the Sky, Nials nods in his readiness to depart. Watching the scene happening before him, the young married noble listens intendly, tearing his gaze away occasionally to watch the passing people or to look at those gathered on the docks.

Imrahil looks to Charystra, "Have a care Lady. For this is no hunt in the woods, but a quest perilous. My heart is against your going but I have relented to other council since you know much of these matters."

Boromir glances over at the Marshall when he is mentioned, "Of course, Sir Beladan, a man I know well and trust. Still...it seems to me almost a shame that we lose the chance to ride together. Since we are to search for an item of legand my heart is sad that we cannot ride together as if we indeed lived in those times. Still....as you know even as well as I, the duty of a Prince oft times must overbear the man's desire."

Charystra turns from the west, her smile soft, "My Prince, I am no babe in the woods...and I know the danger I face. I asked to go, for I serve the people of Gondor as well as you before myself. "

Imrahil nods and replies to Boromir, "Then you shall go for me, and mayhap Boromir we shall ride together before all is over. Sound your horn, and then let the sails be set!"

Boromir laughs as he raises the ancient horn to his lips, before he lets loose the blast he says, "Well do you know my own penchant for doing such before setting forth on a journey. As I fear no man or fell beast living I will not leave quietly as a thief.' Thus said he lifts the horn and taking deep breath lets forth a might blast. HOOROOOM! HOOROOOM! Takeing the horn from his lips he crys, "Let all who hear know that Boromir, son of Denethor is leading this quest! Any who stand before us does so at his own peril!"

Imrahil smiles and says, "May the blessings of Men fall upon thee one and all! Listen, Boromir. In Minas Tirith, you may find one of my Men. He is called Sirion the Elder. If you are in need of a man of valour. Seek him out."

Still watching, Nials starts slightly at the sound of Boromir's horn. There is really nothing he can say to these high ranking noble, so he remains quiet.

Charystra murmurs softly, "Well you speak Prince, Sirion the Elder, father to Sirion, my beloved husband, though he is gone..."

Boromir slings the horn again about his shoulder and resting a hand on the hilt of his sword says, "Another fine example of the ancient blood. If indeed we find ourselves in need I will seek him out. And now my companions, let us board this vessel and make our way as quick as may be to the Harlond."