Smuggler Hideout

The Shroud rolled over our hide-out like a tidal wave, frothing and thunderous! We rang the alarm, tried to save the shipment — but amidst the flurry, Reynauld froze in place and simply stared! Dismas reached out to him, shook him, tried to drag him off... they were both swept away... Eryn swung past me, diving into the blue to grab a chest of cheap trinkets! I turned to her, yelling her name as she flew by, but she was hellbent! With a breaking voice, I called out again, into the nothingness, the void... no response. I didn't stop running until my legs gave out.

New samples came in. Wares look decent, alright — more than. Could've fooled me. With a bit of luck, we won't fail any audits this time 'round! We'll easily slip the cargo past the land guard if we send Eryn. Batting her eyes lets her bypass most patrols, pretty bird she is. She's made a good addition to the pack... though I wish she'd be less attached to the trinkets and baubles we carry. Our abettor in The Pike will take care of the rest. The goods should be hauled out to sea soon enough... nothin' stopping us from a successful yearwake, now! ...Alas, the last rags ran out. I don't think they fend off much, but the crew feels more at ease with something covering their mouths. Sordid air, lately. I'll tear another shirt and leave it at that.