*Xander*
The weather had been in our favor as we sailed to Breles. The three of us spent most of the journey arguing about what needed to happen when we got there.
I wanted to drop the anchor of the ship outside of Breles, somewhere we wouldn’t have to cut through the city and risk being seen on our way to Crimson Creek. Adrian thought docking in Breles was the best chance of finding a vehicle that could take us to Crimson Creek, but Oliver shot down both ideas, worried about something happening to the Persephone in our absence, and also worried about our journey being hampered by being caught by his father on our way through the city if we chose Adrian’s route. Oliver thought it best we leave the ship in open water and take a skiff to Breles, waiting until nightfall to steal into the city and find a car, or a truck, or someone willing to drive us where we needed to go.
We ended up drawing straws, and Adrian’s idea won out.
