Dorial and the rest huddled around the small brazier in the open hold of The Storm Petrel. The hold had been their home for three days while the ship crossed the Dark Sea. In the group only Hrethric had traveled on open water so far from land. Despite that fact the others had settled in to life on ship readily enough. While the chill in the air was biting, the skies had been clear for the journey so far and the winds good. Isak, the captain of the Storm Petrel, had assured Dorial that they would arrive at the isle of Hiler's Folly sometime before noon the following day. After a day at the isle keep they would leave again early the next morning for the far shore. They would have another five days sailing on the Dark Sea before they reached the small port at the mouth of the Yarad river.
He was pleased with the way the company was beginning to come together. The hold provided the group with a decent amount of cover from the worst of the elements, especially the wind. Isak had promised to provide a tarp if it rained and the brazier's fire provided much needed warmth. The hold also allowed the group a modicum of privacy which allowed them to speak frankly with each other without fear of being overheard. Hrethric and Morna had found the Rings to be pleasant companions, clever in conversation and uncomplaining while they took their turns doing chores.