"I've the parasol Mister Stark gave me"—the one with the trim little sword hidden in its handle, not that Wysteria has ever had much practice stabbing much of anything with it—"And my field knife. Though I'll be traveling with a party, and expect no trouble to come to us. See there, the pair in the leather cuirass. They're two of my traveling companions in addition to Smith Vanderak's cousin."

Wysteria raises her hand from patting Ruadh's big block head to point out two dwarves in leather armor on the boat's deck, a man and a woman, overseeing the transfer of goods from the dock to the hold. Their prudent collection of knives and hatchets are visible from a distance, as are their prominent tattoos. Carta? Hard to say from a distance. Surely not.

Wysteria's hand returns to Ruadh once more between the ears.

"So all will be perfectly well."