Yo, ho, yo, ho, a quartermasters life for me!

After the crew had assembled and started going through the drills Beranhond left the ship and headed towards the market areas of town. He knew from experience that he would never be a good sailor, and that he was much better at arranging and planning.

Once there Beranhond spent an hour trying to make arrangements regarding the shipments of hard tack, salted meats, as well as trying to obtain some chickens and cows for the voyage. He also wanted to get some tar, rope, extra cloth and canvas, and perhaps if at all possible, some extra swords and weapons, and several large barrels for fresh water. This would have been much more difficult had he done it all on his own; however he managed to obtain the assistance of a merchant who was sympathetic to their cause as his wife had witnessed his miracle at the temple. After much thanks and gratitude he promised to get the supplies delivered for a generous price the next morning.

As he left he was glad Beranhond sighed and smiled in knowing that fresh water would not be a problem. His ability to create pure water would mean that the crew would not have to rely on alcohol for beverages. Second, this also meant that they would not have to worry about the numerous ailments that accompanied vessels at sea.

He also sought out an instructor to work on his new composite bow. It took an hour, but eventually he found someone who was willing to spend the midday and afternoon instructing him. After several hours of training Beranhond felt generally comfortable with the new bow, and was quite glad he had spent the money on the training.

When he returned to the ship he saw that "Lady Narath" and a picture of a cat had been painted onto the bow of the ship. Ahhh, Nym must have been at work, he thought.

A sharp, sudden, pain flared in the front of his skull. He put his hands to his head and pulled on his hair, wanting to scream. As he dropped to the ground the ship faded from view and was replaced by green grass and a large valley. As he looked over he saw a small figure riding a horse towards a village. It was clad in black, and had a large staff in the air. His stomach heaved as he saw the figure raise the staff and the sky turn black. He willed his legs to run, to try to save the town, but he couldn't move. The sky turned and rolled and suddenly large black rocks fell from the sky, hitting the town. Fires broke out on the thatched roofs and scream filled the air.
He stomach swirled and he threw up, snapping the vision. He rolled onto his side and lay there.
What was that? He thought, his stomach slowly calming. Where did that come from?
Eventually he was able to stand, drink some water and continue onto the ship.

As soon as he boarded the ship he saw Nym run up to him and wanting to show him the pen she had made for her horse. As he went down belowdecks to admire it Tigrisclawu jumped onto his shoulder.
"What happened to you?"
"I had a vision."
"Oh... you get those a lot."
"Yes." He paused, thinking that visions were the least of his concern. "I should have that looked at. But, I am worried that I am missing something important... but lets talk about it tonight when we are in private."
"But of course." Tigrisclawu said as he spied a rat and bounded off after it.

As he rounded the corner he saw Nisme in a well constructed pen.
"Very well done." He said to Nym. "Your own craftsmanship?" She nodded.
As he looked at the horse a thought came to his mind.
"Nym, where did you learn magic? I must confess that I don't know nearly as much about you as I would like."