“That’s my business alone,” I said. “I have plenty of coins.”
“It’s not about the coin,” Dorlin grumped. “It’s about the magic. I don’t know the first thing about spellcasting. We Tabaxi can do small magic, and only once a year. I wouldn’t use my magic on something this trivial. I’m sorry.”
I sighed. “Is there nothing I can do to persuade you? I’ll pay double your rate.”
Dorlin pushed the parchment across the table to me.
“It can’t be done.”
3
“I take it you didn’t find what you were looking for?”
The fisherman pulled his paddles out and dropped the ends into the water. Was the disappointment that evident on my face? I shook my head, not in the mood to talk.
“Ah, well. That’s life sometimes. Back to the mainland?”
I nodded, and the fisherman began rowing. He turned the boat around
