Out of the frying pan…

Alexis looked around the rowboat at her team.

Voah, passed out and looking feverish.
Hunter, pretty much delirious.
Tarmen, bleeding from several wounds and bruised, looking about as hot as she herself was feeling.
Even Nicolaus, who had gotten off best of all was bleeding from his chest. Man could really show how good he was with that healing business now.
And Till…

She looked back at the island and slightly shook her head.
No.
Zane could stick his mission were the sun don’t shine. They were going back to Ostiarium.

When they -somehow- managed to heave their battered bodies from the rowboat onto the Hogue, instead of finding herself someplace where she could sleep for a week like she really wanted to, she sought out the captain.

“Captain. We’re not going to achieve chac in the state we’re in. Get us home, if you please.”

The captain made no effort to hide his relief.

“That is good. We have… sort of a situation here…”

Alexis just looked at him blankly, making the man slightly uncomfortable.

“… what kind of situation.”

The captain cleared his throat.

“A murder, I fear.”

Alexis looked skywards shortly before tiredly massaging the bridge of her nose.

“Fantastic. Good news all around.”

So much for finally getting some rest without having to be on their toes at any given moment.

Turning her gaze back to the captain she flatly requested:

“Details, please.”