'There are four including the one walking round, the others are all sitting on the deck by the far side playing bones. Can either of you silence them somehow without alerting anyone else on the boat?'
Magician Falk stood up, and the little rowboat wobbled precariously for a moment as the old magician steadied himself on the side of The Jenny.
'I think that must be my job, young man. I've been starting to feel a little left out, leave the blackguards to me.' Pulling himself up he peered over the edge of the boat… and vanished.
'Black what?' hissed Loras, 'What's a blackg…?'
'Shhh,' Tarent held a finger to his lips again, reminding Loras to stay silent. A moment later, the bushy beard of Magician Falk came into view beaming down at them in the moonlight.
'All asleep, come on up.' They c
