Tayliana Winddancer Dahtaligaar felt particularly useless standing there in the Captain’s quarters. She’d done all she could for the Lord Magus, and Beau was out fighting a battle on the ground below.
She didn’t like not being in control of her situation. Her whole life she’d taken control, from her parents, of her abilities, even of her situation among the crew members of La Danse Calinda.
When Ionas Farseer ended his discussion of a plan, Tayli looked out the window again and saw the battle below. The bandits were running in random directions it seemed to her, she looked towards the temple nearby.
“I think we should go now,” Tayliana said simply. “If we go now, we can catch them in a state of surprise,” she continued, “Nobody will be expecting us to bring in the Lord Magus at this point, I wouldn’t think.”
Tayliana walked outside to the main deck, where Beau’s crossbowmen were unloading into targets nearer to the temple. Impulse had taken her, and it was time to act.
Larman Ogges was at the wheel keeping the ship steady.
“Mr. Ogges! A word, if you please!” Tayliana called out, and the little dwarf came towards her.
“Yes, Mistress Winddancer, how is the Lord Magus?” Larman asked.
“Not as well as we’d like, we’re intending to bring him down to the temple, and I’d like to request a few of your crewmen for the journey,” Tayliana replied.
Larman Ogges got a stern look on his face for a moment. “Battle’s being fought down there, could be dangerous.”
“It’ll be more dangerous for Lord Nightwise if we keep him here. We have to try, Larman,” Tayliana said with as much fervor as she could muster, her stance suggesting she wasn’t leaving without the request being filled.
Larman bit his lip slightly before walking down the soaked steps, wind whipping about his clothing as he called out, “Alright, lads! Mistress Winddancer needs ya to move the Lord Magus! Any of you with the wherewithal to fill the request get down here!”
Within a few minutes four men, probably looking to leave the monotony of working the lines, were standing in front of her. Tayliana nodded. “This way,” she said.
Opening the door to the captain’s quarters, her new-found help behind her, rain and thunder sounding, she said simply, “Well, gents?”