Don Bassinghtwaite - The Binding Stone

The watery smile on Pandon's face made it clear that he wished he was still there. Geth looked out at the banks of the Grithic. They were moving past them at a fast pace already, though he wasn't quite certain how. Yrlag was already a smudge of smoke against the sky upstream. "This seems like a good start," the shifter commented.

Natrac blinked in surprise, but Singe leaned forward and murmured to him. The half-orc's eyes went wide and he gaped, "He's never even seen an elemental galleon before?" He looked down at Geth in disbelief. "Balinor's stewpot, this isn't fast! Our captain isn't drawing on more than a whisper of his mark's power yet."

He nodded toward the stern of the ship. Standing on the aft deck before the massive bluish ring, framed by the great beams that supported it, Vennet gripped the handles of a big, ornate wheel and continued to shout out orders. The breeze caught at the twin tails of his hair and his jacket, tugging with playful familiarity at both.

There seemed to be mist streaming off the ring like the condensation of warm breath blown around an icicle in winter. As Geth stared, Singe slapped him on the back. "That ring's an air elemental-just like the earth elemental Adolan summoned out of the Bull Hole, but bound to the ship. Vennet is controlling it through his dragonmark. It will blow us all the way to Zarash'ak!"

Geth glanced back to the passing banks. "How fast will we go?" he asked.

Natrac's grin broadened. "Wait and see! It will be a while yet before the river opens up and Vennet can take speed. There aren't many rivers capable of running an elemental galleon at all. Even on the Grithic we need to be closer to the open ocean."

"It sounds like you've made this trip before," Dandra said.

"Twice a year at least," said Natrac. "From Zarash'ak to Yrlag and back."

The kalashtar looked alarmed. "That must cost you a lot."

"Hardly anything, really. It's the price of business."

"And what business is that?" asked Singe.

"Opportunity, my friend," Natrac answered. He swept his arms wide again, gesturing to the land around them. "There are always young-and not so young-men and women in these parts who want to leave the backcountry to seek their fortunes in the wider world, but don't have the means to do so. They agree to enter my service for a time and in return, I provide them with transportation and a livelihood in Zarash'ak."

"Young people from the wilds looking for adventure," Singe said. He leaned back against the ship's rail and gave Geth a blunt stare. "That sounds familiar. Do most of them adjust or do they just end up causing trouble?"

Geth fought back the growl that grew in his throat. Dandra was glancing between him and Singe. Even quiet Pandon noticed something was up. Natrac, however, carried on. "Some do cause trouble," he confessed. "Most adjust well enough, though-eventually." He rapped the ship's rail. "That's the value of taking passage on an elemental galleon. I used to book passage on ordinary ships, but you can imagine the effect of keeping ten or so strapping, half-wild savages on board a ship for two weeks or more. I saved on transportation, but the cost of damages was ruinous. On Vennet's ship, the trip takes less than half the time and I simply increase the period of my clients' service to cover the cost." He clapped his hands. "Happiness all around."

Singe nodded. "Aren't you worried about offending House Deneith?" he asked nonchalantly. "I've heard that the Blademarks Guild sometimes recruits in the Eldeen Reaches."

Natrac chuckled. "They never come this far and I'd be nothing to them even if they did. To be safe though, I never hire my people out as mercenaries. Porters in Zarash'ak, guides in the Marches, gladiators in Sharn if they have a knack for it-but mercenaries? No." He tapped a finger against the side of his nose and winked at Singe. "Not that I've ever turned anyone away if they're a tough fighter. There's always more that want to go than I can take in a trip. Just before we boarded, one of my clients broke another's jaw so she could take his place on the ship! If you need to hire a porter with a strong fist while you're in Zarash'ak, ask me."

"I'll do that," said Singe with a smile. His eyes scanned the deck. "Where are these fine porters anyway?"

"As much as I like to see other passengers come on deck to enjoy the view, my clients stay below deck in the aft hold except when necessary." He folded his hands across his stomach. "Part of my arrangement with Vennet. My clients can be a little… rough around the edges."

"That's often the way with backcountry types, isn't it?" agreed Singe. He turned around to look out over the river, deliberately putting his back to Geth. The shifter's hands curled into fists. Dandra frowned, however, and put a hand on his arm.

"Don't," she urged him.

Geth shrugged her off and stalked over to the far side of the deck.

Beyond the Grithic's northern bank-now a long bowshot away, even from Lightning on Water's position in the center of the river-the land rose into the rolling, barren hills they had descended only that morning. Beyond the hills lay the great forests of the Eldeen. Fourteen years ago, he hadn't been able to put those forests behind him quickly enough.

Seven years later, he'd promised himself he'd never leave them again. How many of Natrac's clients below deck, Geth wondered, were wishing for some last glimpse of their own homeland? How many would eventually find their way back to Yrlag?

He stared at the hills as the river gradually widened and the smell of the land faded away, replaced by the growing salt-tang of the sea. The harsh croaking of gulls echoed across the water. It reminded Geth of Breek's familiar squawk-lost along with Adolan. He closed his eyes, shutting out the last sight of the distant Eldeen.

A sudden shout from Vennet drew his attention back to the ship. "All hands, prepare to take speed!"

Geth raised his head as, around the ship, the crew called back to the captain. A murmur of anticipation rose from the other passengers.

It was drowned out by another cry. "All clear, captain!"

"Taking speed!" Vennet cried out. "Taking speed!"

From where he stood, Geth saw the captain take a firm grip on the wheel. The half-elf's eyes narrowed in concentration.

A low, haunting whistle seemed to pass through the air. Geth's eyes darted up, following the sound to the great blue ring mounted behind the ship. Its translucent surface was quivering, like a pot of water coming to a boil. The wisps of mist it had given off before grew denser and became streams thick as smoke. The whistle screeched higher and louder, making Geth's ears twitch unbearably. The hair on his arms and on the back of his neck rose. The growl that he had suppressed before broke out of his throat and his lips pulled back from his teeth. The whistle faded away. The ship seemed to hold its breath.

In the next moment, the blue of the ring vanished like snow thrown on a fire, puffing away into a hoop of roiling mists as a howling gale blasted out behind the ship. Lightning on Water gave a tremendous leap and surged forward in a powerful burst of speed. Caught off-guard, Geth lurched and staggered. The wind of their passage took his breath away. He clenched his teeth and blinked against it as his fingers dug into the wood of the rail. The ship seemed to rise up underneath him. A few of the crew were snickering and pointing at him. He didn't care-he just held on.

"Geth!" called Dandra. "Geth!"

A hand tapped his shoulder. Geth glanced back at the kalashtar. Singe stood behind her.

"Relax!" she said. "It's not that bad."

"What is this?" Geth gasped. "What's going on?"

The ship shuddered and rose again. The roar of water rushing against the hull shifted in pitch. Geth's hands clamped around the rail even harder. Singe peered over the ship's side, then pointed down. Geth leaned over cautiously to follow his gesture.