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Gordian said goodbye to the cartographer and left.
"I would never have bought this stupid scrap of paper if I hadn't felt so sorry for the seller... I hope I never reach a state where I would sing songs about maps. It's better to die prematurely than that."
Bruttus headed to the "Drunken Whale" and asked for a free cabin (for example, number 8, my favorite. It's completely free, right?).
Heh, I'm getting slow, but I'll fix it now.
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You have such interesting things here! If I hadn't created the old man, I would definitely have tried my luck in your potion experiments.
During the journey, Gordian blamed himself for anticipating everything except seasickness. "I know the peculiarities of my body. I'm not young enough for sea voyages anymore. And yet, I didn't anticipate anything for seasickness! How stupid!"
Bruttus happily stepped onto land, took a breath, and headed to the tavern. He was pleased to note that the tavern had some medical supplies, so he bought cough medicine (he already had something for a cold), medicine for southern fever, and 3 doses of seasickness medicine (if, after curing the seasickness, there is incomplete magical energy, then one more sugar pill). "Well, I'm getting old after all. Now my bag of supplies resembles a field hospital. But what can I do? Who knows what else might happen to my body?"