— on arrival. They weren't badly injured, but all suffer terribly from the fisherman's thirst.
We nursed them back to health and they've agreed to help search the wreckage for their friends.
So many things washed up on the shore! This one cannot count the foodstuffs and other supplies. We even stumbled across several crates packed with tiny glass vials. Who can guess what they hold? Potions, perhaps? Jurairia will know, it is certain! And she always pays a fair price.
Tomorrow we travel to Mistral with our bounty and new-found friends. Perhaps there they will find more survivors from their fleet? Who can say?