☀️ Arselia and Akonia

—You give the orders here, we just provide support for the mission. —repeated the RSV agent, puffing on a cigar. —Hmm... Naval operations are not within my purview. Calling in a strike team to capture the ship and rescue your "Thunder" will take six weeks of preparation. And what if the suspect turns out not to be your fake captain? There will be a lot of noise, but little result. Not an option.
Pulling a map of Calcite out of his briefcase, Mr. Problemsolvdt carefully studied the northern sea for a few minutes.
—You're right. Let's go to Barsina. Or use your suspicious device if you don't want to travel. Just hide in the suitcase closer to the city. First, the familiar. The last wish is for emergencies. The intern might be right. If we turn to ash after the apostle's death, a new parrot must be able to carry the stone.

—Fake captain... —the Tanarian girl was a little taken aback by the RSV agent's words, —...Tyros, or something? I have no idea why you think he resembles the apostle more than others, but I have less experience in this than you do. We really don't know the face or name of our target. That's the problem: sailing off to an unknown place in search of an unknown person is not the most sensible thing to do. We need a ship. We need a crew. And we need information about what to expect in that sea area. Not to mention that if the Apostle of Arrogance is really a sailor, he could have sailed to the ends of the earth during our travels. We should interrogate sailors, find out what's what, before even thinking about sailing anywhere.

Pulling a map of Calcite out of his briefcase, Mr. Problemsolvdt carefully studied the northern sea for a few minutes.
—You're right. Let's go to Barsina. Or use your suspicious device if you don't want to travel. Just hide in the suitcase closer to the city. First, the familiar. The last wish is for emergencies. The intern might be right. If we turn to ash after the apostle's death, a new parrot must be able to carry the stone.

—Barsina? I'm not a guide, so I might say something stupid, —the Tanarian girl checked her map, —but isn't Ravshan closer to the hypothetical destination? Ah, —the swordswoman suggested, —perhaps you think it will be easier for Her Majesty's messenger to find us there? In any case, it's hard to deny that until the familiar returns, or his replacement arrives, we will have to scout the area and gather information. We can't even rule out the possibility that tracking down the "sea" apostle may be assigned to a more suitable group of experienced sailors. Unless Her Highness's new messenger turns out to be some kind of giant eagle, which will hide us all in a suitcase, fly out to scout the seas, and, finding its prey, drop it on the head of the unsuspecting Mr. Arrogance, heh.