On a boat, Motherfucker!

The shortest distance betwixt two points is a straight line, you learned this in your nonessential tutorings, the essentials being fighting, politics and economics. However, that fails to take into account the fact that the most dangerous forest is in the way. You wisely depart on a merchant ship of your father's patronage with special accomodations for both your horse and your squire, the only female on board. You both have staterooms in the back, but you feel uneasy leaving Serenity unguarded around all these rough sailors, earlier, as you were boarding, she later confessed to you that she was groped and the men tried to grind on her while you were speaking with the captian.

There are two stops on the trip, one in the Tholiri reef to trade with the merfolk at their most prominent city and the other in Kulgiliar, a dwarvish mine.

Bidding the crew goodnight, you retire from the evening's entertainment of checkers, darts and playing cards to pour over charts of strategy and supply with your childhood friend, who would have been your equal if not for your birthright, but instead has the position only fitting for one who could not best you in sparring two times out of five. She wanted it, though, she had insisted that the title did not matter.