Training day 2 of 4. 5:56 AM - 7 PM

Beranhond didn't remember exactly when he fell asleep, but when he woke up several pages of his journal were filled with random scribbles. There were a few words and phrases in there, the most readable being:

"stones from heaven"

"thay = nation near tantras, revenge?"

"dark god = bad thing, undead in sewer connected with Waterdeep undead?"

"?"

It was not all scribbles as he had spent much of the last evening writing. Next to him sat a finished draft of a short pamphlet to highlight what he had formulated about the philosophies of Narath. While he wasn't fully sure if he was ready to have a text passed around, with his upcoming journey it was unavoidable.

He clearly had not been very coherent when he started doodling. When he turned the page he saw that he had attempted to do calligraphy and had tried out several formats of "Narath." He shook his head, collected his things, and went out onto the quarter deck.

As they were still in port they hadn't yet adopted a watch schedule, Scriptus and Codex were up early keeping an eye out, but the rest of ship seemed to be slumbering. He waved at them before kneeling down and beginning to pray. Most of the time Beranhond simply reflected on what he wanted his day to be; however, today he simply thought one thought. Narath, I miss you.

After an hour, he stood, and waited the arrival of the goods from the merchant. He passed the time filling up barrels with fresh water (osiron create water). He had several barrels full by the time a series of wagons arrived with ship supplies, food, barrels, and the other assorted goods he had negotiated for. The crew worked quickly, unloading the goods and moving them into the hold, sorting out the items, and securing the loads. They seemed ready for a break, but at that moment, Darvin, who seemed to have gotten a hold of the Captains cabin at some point the previous day, walked on out and announced it was time to get back to training. Beranhond, smiled, and decided to use this as a chance to catch up on some more unfinished business in town.

As he was left the ship he passed a small stall near the waterfront. Beranhond initially paid little attention to it as it was quite unremarkable. However, before he turned away he saw a blue rug. Something about the color and texture caught his eye. He stepped closer and touched it with his hands, feeling the smooth fibers. As he looked closer he saw that it the blue was broken by numerous silver lines. They seemingly ran randomly throughout the rug, sometimes stopping, and leaving gaps, but never intersecting. As he examined it closer the worries about him seemed to drop away. He quickly negotiated the purchase, rolled it up, and moved away from the stall.

sample rug (imagine that it looks better, I quickly put this together):

He spent the rest of the day off the ship meeting up with the various converts to talk about their lives, their goals, as well as organization aspects of the new faith, meeting times, communication, and the like. Several of the readers made copies of his draft to keep with them, and to Beranhond's dismay, to pass around to other converts. He also showed them the rug and encouraged them to find similar ones, not only for praying (if they chose to do so), but also as a tool for self-reflection.

Beranhond returned to ship around dusk, quite tired, and worn. He slipped down to his cabin and unrolled the rug. Inside, to his surprise, was a small note on parchment:

Keep up the faith my love,

Narath

He sat down, pulled the rug close, and silently wept.