– Sandar, are you vouching for your friend? Because if he starts creating a tense atmosphere with his bureaucracy, he’ll be overboard faster than he can say “once”... Warm clothes will be useful. Food will be provided, but bringing extra is welcome. Don’t utter the word “contract” in my presence – contracts are for whores and mercenary scum – neither can be relied upon. We’ll set sail from Dismal on April 1st, and we’ll keep sailing until we die or reach our destination; the reward will be given upon our return. A dozen or so will make up the expedition team, and another two will be sailors.
– Yeah, – the warlock replied briefly, looking at Sandar.