*The Story So Far: Tobias, a royal diplomat, is traveling an immense river waterway by barge. His companion hires a halfling prostitute for them both, but unexpectedly the woman’s mother shows up, hoping to travel with her daughter to their hometown of Hadrimal.*
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“Again, Your Majesty, I’m so sorry for my undignified behavior,” Qamar mumbled as she tied up a hammock the barge captain had graciously provided. For a small rental fee, of course.
“Qamar, please, for the last time you don’t have to call me that. I’m not royalty.” Tobias secured his own hammock. The corner of the aft hold where they were setting up was cramped, but well shielded from prying eyes from the rest of the open cargo deck by tall stacks of lashed-down crates. Pokra was already curled up on a nearby barrel, snoozing away.
“But you work for a king!” Qamar said. “What else should I call you?”
“Just Tobias is fine.”
“But why aren’t you sleeping in the cabin with Azim and Drazat?”